((lol, thanks midnite))
Drake walked through the city toating his shotgun, waiting to be confronted by something, anything. The streets looked the same as before. Cars still idled in the middle of the street where their owner had left it when they ran from teh mass of zombies. Dead bodies, half decomposed littered the street. The smell was worse thenit had been.
Before, the smell of rotting flesh had just been a small wiff of air ou got when the wind blew. Now it was the air you inhaled with each breath. You could almost feel the stench as you breathed.
Drake walked on, not phased by any of it. Being a soldier had hardened his sences. Coming to a small inn, Drake pushed open the door. He needed a place to put his supplies. He couldn't carry all of this ammo the whole time.
As soon as he walked in, Drake knew someone else had been here, resently. The stairs, from what he could see, had been completly destroyed. Zombies couldn't do that. Drake walked slowly, and practically silently through the inn.
He was about to go into the back room when he realized he was an idiot. If someones here, and its not a zombie, he thought. Then they must be human. "Hello!? Is anyone here?"
When nothing happened, Drake called again. This time, Drake heard something. It sounded like movement on the floor above him. As Drake raised his shotgun, a bullet shot rang, and the floor spintered right by his foot.
"I could have killed you, but I didn't, so take the oppurtunity that I gave you, and start talking." Drake couldn't see where the person was, but whoever it was was definatly female.
"I don't talk to ghosts. I don't start talking 'til I know who I'm talking to."
Another shot rang, and another bullet hole, closer this time, appeared in the floor. "I said talk."
"And I said not until I see you. Killing me would only be a quick way out of this shit hole."
There was another sound of movement, and a female dropped from the cieling, gun pointed directly at Drake. "There, see me? Now, talk!"
Drake recognized this lady from somewhere. After a moments thought, he placed the name with the face. She had obviously not seen a real shower in a long time, but he remembered the face. "Chrys?" She just cocked the hammer back on his pistol.
"My names Drake, Drake Holden. Remember? With Berina?"
((Hope you don't mind midnite. Had to get Drake around with someone. Left it open for you to take over.))