Buck woke up to the chorus of moaning zombies below. The small 2 man tent didnt do a good job of blocking out the sound. He was on the flat roof of a small department store.
Rolling over out of the sleeping bag, he picked up a bottle of water from a box and drank it down.
"Another day.", he sighed.
The tent was crammed with basic suvival items such as water, food, ammunition, clothes, hygene gear and of course- his shotgun and pistol.
He had made a few trips down into the store for gear. Other than that life was boring for buck.
He asked himself, "How many days have i been here now? feels like months? I dunno. Here i go- talking to myself again."
Paint cans, old magazines, and other trash littered the rooftop.
On the roof, what started as a crude "help" turned into a colorful painted masterpiece out of shere boredome.
He did the regular routine after waking up. Some exercises, food, follwed by a shower by water bottle. Then it was a few hours of reading.
One thing he never did enough of was think. Think about his family and friends. Were they alive? Do they even have any idea whats happened to me?
Buck sat next to the edge of the roof looking over the street with staggering zombies and the stink of death. Yesterday he sat on the side facing a treeline watching the trees. There wasnt much to look at. A cool breeze blew over him.
"I don't wanna die here."
Originally posted by Buckingham
Buck woke up to the chorus of moaning zombies below. The small 2 man tent didnt do a good job of blocking out the sound. He was on the flat roof of a small department store.
Rolling over out of the sleeping bag, he picked up a bottle of water from a box and drank it down.
"Another day.", he sighed.
The tent was crammed with basic suvival items such as water, food, ammunition, clothes, hygene gear and of course- his shotgun and pistol.
He had made a few trips down into the store for gear. Other than that life was boring for buck.
He asked himself, "How many days have i been here now? feels like months? I dunno. Here i go- talking to myself again."
Paint cans, old magazines, and other trash littered the rooftop.
On the roof, what started as a crude "help" turned into a colorful painted masterpiece out of shere boredome.
He did the regular routine after waking up. Some exercises, food, follwed by a shower by water bottle. Then it was a few hours of reading.
One thing he never did enough of was think. Think about his family and friends. Were they alive? Do they even have any idea whats happened to me?
Buck sat next to the edge of the roof looking over the street with staggering zombies and the stink of death. Yesterday he sat on the side facing a treeline watching the trees. There wasnt much to look at. A cool breeze blew over him.
"I don't wanna die here."
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"Fine don't help me!"
He fired at the zombies rising up, and turned to one behind him which almost caught his shoulder he slammed his knee into his arm snapping it in half and fired a bullet into the zombie's head.
"Heh guess I'm gonna die here today."
The zombies continued trudging towards him without any help, he fired the bullets knocking the zombies to their feet and into each other, and he saw something, a way out a hatch right below his feet he opened it and dropped inside the hatch
He quickly closed the hatch to the door and fell down the ladder, apparently no one finished it, he activated his flashlight to see in the dark hole, and saw something that made him wanna keep the light off a lot of roaches and spiders, but, that just made him move double time speeding through the hole he finally found a way out he opened the hatch and climbed into the area it made him happy to see a zombieless place, even happier to end up in a candy shop.
Buck stud up and walked to his tent. He found his shoulder holster with his beretta 92f next to his remingtaon 870. slipping the leather straps over his shoulders he grabbed the shotgun by the sling, slipping it back over his left shoulder.
To the back of the roof facing the treeline was a makeshift ladder. He used to climb a fence and then on up to the rooftop from there. making this ladder made it much easier for him to resupply his new home.
One brief look around for the living dead and down the ladder he went. There was a metal door in the back of the building. The doorknob had a few rounds put into it. It was held closed to the wall with a tire leaning on it. Rolling the tire over he slipped inside.
He moved a chair from the break room and wedged it against the inside of the door.
In the emptyness of his days, trips like this down to the store were his life now. his means of survival.
Today it was razors. He hadnt shaved for a while now and sported a cast away looking face, very grizzled. Not that his slimmed figure helped either.
Walking past another eisle, this one was cereal. His stomach gave little protest. He was used to consuming much less now. It was hard at first. And eating the same food again and again wasnt appealing either.
"Here", he whispered to himself. He went right for the 3 blade razors. He wanted the bestone, today he was going to cut down the forest he had growning on his face.
Somehow scrounging for every item he used to live was fulfilling in a way. This was a lonely life though. His life, alone.
Leaving the hygene section of the store he looked up front. A few stray zombies scratching at the thick glass stroefront. The front was locked.
They're here to kill me and they dont even have inteligence enough to talk. One zombie had an axe in its shoulder walking into the glass repeatedly. How did so many people meet their demise this way?
"There's got to be more people out there like me."
Buck turned around and walk toward the back, going back to shave off his beard at his rooftop home.
Tori walked down the street she hadn't noticed the zombie with the axe in his arm."god help me,I don't wanna die this way."She walked into an gun shop.nothing was there.the sign said closed.*ust have not opened yet.why is the door open.*at this point the dead were moving toward her."Only two things can save me now.god or someone.Help!Help!"
The scream for help echoed down the street and startling him, he jumped from the scream and knock over a bowl of blow pops onto the floor, he looked around and saw the door and charged with his shoulder, apparently that was a glass door which he couldn't tell cause of designs, and he ended up falling through the door and harming his shoulder
"dammit, that hurt like hell."
He raised his weapon and fired at the stray zombies in the street.
"Yo whoever you are! scream or something so I can find you!"
Buck's brief tour downstairs got him a nice razor. It had been rather uneventful, the way he liked it.
He stud on the roof staring into a mirror he had hanging off the side of his tent. He heard the zombies getting louder. From all down the street.
A scream. "Whah.."
He stud still listening hard to the wind.
Throughout his stay on the rooftop his ears were witness to many odd noises. Zombies, screams of their victims, and some less known sounds. Screeches and even what seemed to be a roar one night.
He thought as he listened,"I've been here alone so long. Am i even hearing what i think i am?"
One last swipe of the razor and the beard was gone.
Another sound of ruckus echoed over the street and it's buildings. Was that the zombies?
The noise was disturbing but he didnt know what else to think of it.
The wind gave a brief howl. It gave him a slight chill. "The wind, yeah it must have been." He said aloud to himself.
He turned to his clothesline and pulled of a shirt and pants. He grabbed his leather suit jacket out of his tent.
He took a seat in his favorite sunbleached, plastic lawn chair and watched the street.
The zombies werent stired his appearance. Did they have something better on mind?
Jake stood in a tree, staring out to the sky. Zombies at his feet, he decided to stay there. He didnt want to use up his ammo yet. He knew there was going to be harder times than this. He picked up his whistle and blew through it as hard as he could, hoping to get a response from whomever could hear it so that he would have a reason to leave that spot. He was a bit scared of death, but wasnt going to die... yet. He couldnt give up yet, he was going to live through this. He smiled to himself and blew through the whistle again.
"God dammit."
all the noises coming in all directions it was too confusing, he remembered that his friend may still be living he attempted the COM link once again
"Chopper, can you hear me!? Chopper."
he sighed knowing he wasn't about to get an answer, then the COM screeched into his ear
'Chopper... here, Trent? is that you? I'm still living after that wreck, that guy just got up his arm was humongous now, he tried to bite me or something but, I was able to hit him stunning him and jumped out of the bird, I don't know its location or mine, Trent please I'm asking you to help me these things here they are too numerous and strong hurry!'
"I'm on it!"
He began looking both ways, he didn't know which way to go the cave had so many twists and turns he couldn't tell where he was.
Tori looked up.*well I gotta fight out of this one.*She leaped onto an car an remembered the gun Trent gave her.she pulled it out and began shooting missing every shot but the last two.the first of the last hit the heart but the man kept coming,the last hit the woman in her head and she just fell to the ground and laid there."must be the head"she looked down the street and small opening just might be her key out of these.She removed and objects that would slow her down.She jumped off the car and ran as fast as she could."Someone Please help me"
Shalimar walked outside"Their gone.they must have went after her.."Shalimar sniffed the air."I can't get an good scent of her, that smell of death is to heavy in the air"
"we have people in trouble, and my partner is pinned, this mission is scrubbed."
He ran down the street just streaming past the slow zombies, hopefully this way would get him somewhere, instead he ended up running into the sounds of loud moans and a distant gun shot.
"Which way is that? to many zombies to tell! man, I'm never doing a mission like this again."
He raised hs weapon and walked slowly looking for anything moving dead or alive
The breeze was a welcomed refresher. It served to block the stinch of death with every welcomed gust.
He heard the noises again. "I wonder if they're alive?", he thought.
He sat still in his lawn chair, now facing the trees. He was staring at the treeline again. "Why do i keep staring into that spooky ass forest?" The air was cool this evening and the sky was slowly darkening.
Night would be coming in a few hours.
He ran his fingers over his Remington. "It's been a while since i've used it."
The last one was an old woman. He was backed into a small room in a residence not far from here, she seemed to come from nowhere. Maybe she was on the ground. Regardless, her head got spread all over that fancy dinner table.
"hhm.",he stared on.
He thought,"Will I even sleep good tonight?" His dreams and nightmares were a vacation from this crappy reality.
Those noises earlier still bothered him. "I can't be alone here. no."
Standing up, he turned from the trees. He cracked open his backpack.
He always had a very basic, emergency survival stash of supplies in his large black backpack. He zipped open a compartment containing his ammunition.
14 shells for 12 Gauge.
2 mags, 30 rounds 9mm..
a moltov cocktail in the large compartment with some clothes and food...
Many times he had recounted this in a reckless anitcipation that he might somehow, for some good reason, leave.
Jake looked at the monsters below him. He shook his head as his stomach started to growl. "Why hasnt anyone heard my whistle? I kow i cant be the only one alive..." He said. He looked at the rest of the trees and jumped to the next carefully as to not fall. He did it the same way eachtime untill he came close to some buildings. He pulled out his whistle and blew in it again, praying someone would be there.
(Buckingham, is your character like the guy from Dawn of the Dead? The sharpshooter uh... what was his name...... damn)
The yelling and commotion from the street and now a whistle. "What the heck?"
The trees.
He slung the backback over one shoulder with the shotgun in the other.
He looked hard into the trees.
The moaning zombies in the street were still taking interest in something. He wanted to go check it out.
He continued to scan the treeline. Someone! in the trees?
Jake smiled to himself when he saw someone. He sighed and cocked his gun and shot one of the zombied in the leg and jumped as hard as he could to the furthest tree. He reached it, and was closer to the building. He smirke and jumped against the wall, slipping his hands through the cracks, and pulled himself to the closest window. He held himself up in that posistion, waiting for the person to open it.
He was trying to get into a window below. "Wait!"
Buck went down the makeshift ladder on the side. he hastely rolled the tire out of the way of the back door.
The back storage room was lined with large shelves full of items in boxes the previous employees had never got to stock the shelves with before the outbreak. Everything was already collecting dust in the large room.
It was a climb up to the top of the large shelf. He could make out the figure perched at the window above. Flicking the small lever up, he gave the window a quick push. It slide right open.
"hey whats up."