Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 22:25:09 GMT -5
Joseph guided the car onto the driveway, old brakes screeching as the vehicle slowed to a halt. He sat there for a moment, the place looked untouched, but one could never be too careful. There was a mild headache forming in the back of his brain, his collar felt hot, vision just that bit hazier and brighter. He should probably have known better than to drink on an empty stomach, but what was one more bad idea to add to the pile?
"Back door it is then" He shifted, reached under the seat to feel for his blade, his gardening tool of death. The metal barely glinted in the pale evening light. The machete was a long and brutal looking thing, with a wide profile and and serrated edge, made for cutting overgrown and sawing wood, but has since been repurposed, judging by the dried red stains on the metal. He checked the safety on his pistol, slid the slide back to reveal a bullet in the chamber.
Michelle went first, leading the way with her walking stick while Joseph kept close behind. The alleyway way once had its own lights, but it had been long since they were lit. Public services went away quickly once all the people maintaining it were dead. There was the door, blue metal, rust lining its sides, kept company by one of the dead. She looked to be middle-aged, once, with withered and pale blond hair. She lurched towards them, let out a low growl as she stumbled. Didn't look so much like deadly monsters when they isolated, just... dead.
"I can probably get the door open, but you'll have to deal with her" There were a great many things Marcus taught him, many of them not legal, namely picking locks.
"Back door it is then" He shifted, reached under the seat to feel for his blade, his gardening tool of death. The metal barely glinted in the pale evening light. The machete was a long and brutal looking thing, with a wide profile and and serrated edge, made for cutting overgrown and sawing wood, but has since been repurposed, judging by the dried red stains on the metal. He checked the safety on his pistol, slid the slide back to reveal a bullet in the chamber.
Michelle went first, leading the way with her walking stick while Joseph kept close behind. The alleyway way once had its own lights, but it had been long since they were lit. Public services went away quickly once all the people maintaining it were dead. There was the door, blue metal, rust lining its sides, kept company by one of the dead. She looked to be middle-aged, once, with withered and pale blond hair. She lurched towards them, let out a low growl as she stumbled. Didn't look so much like deadly monsters when they isolated, just... dead.
"I can probably get the door open, but you'll have to deal with her" There were a great many things Marcus taught him, many of them not legal, namely picking locks.