Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 23:52:09 GMT -5
It had to be done. Despite any qualms that had suddenly arisen, she still had to do it. Her hands clenched tighter around the old blade, only hesitating for a moment before entering the house. Her feet made only light sounds, and the floor barely creaked. Initially, she was faced with a hallway; wooden floors and white walls, each in a less than satisfactory condition.
Clover pushed through the house, scavenging through each room. She had searched the kitchen, the living area, even an old storage closet. Any food she cam across was spoiled and clearly not edible. Everything else had seemed useless or already used up. there were no stairs, and by the time she had gotten to the back door her hopes were deflated. At this rate, they were getting nowhere.
"Dammit." Her words were fairly quiet, but despite her efforts, she'd still been caught. From her right, a walking corpse drug its feet closer to her. She backed up, braced herself, and made the attack. One swift hit to the head, that's all it would take. Unfortunately, it wasn't nearly that smooth, and she had stumbled to the ground with the corpse, held in place, breathing heavily.
She made the hit, and for that she was grateful, but she couldn't help but chuckle at her laying on the ground with a dead guy on top of her.
"Now, don't get me wrong, but I'm pretty sure that he didn't tell you a joke, so I'm not really sure what the hell you're laughing at."
clover pushes the man off, and stands on her feet. Laura, aka the rest of her group, enters the backyard through the house.
"Well, you'd be wrong. He did tell me a joke." Laura fakes surprise and raises her hands in the air.
"What?" the sarcastic comment is overly exaggerated and definitely fits her personality. "You must share with me what it was? I just love jokes..."
"Oh, yeah. He was just telling me about your face." Clover replies very snarkily, but both of them laugh a little.
"Really mature, Bug. Please tell me you at least found something and you didn't spend all of your time conversing with a dead guy." Clover doesn't verbally respond, shaking her head no. The mood flips, but the two walk out of the house together.
"Time to move on, I suppose. Better luck next time?" Laura says this, humor back in her voice. The two travel silently down the deserted street, heading for their makeshift camp.
Clover pushed through the house, scavenging through each room. She had searched the kitchen, the living area, even an old storage closet. Any food she cam across was spoiled and clearly not edible. Everything else had seemed useless or already used up. there were no stairs, and by the time she had gotten to the back door her hopes were deflated. At this rate, they were getting nowhere.
"Dammit." Her words were fairly quiet, but despite her efforts, she'd still been caught. From her right, a walking corpse drug its feet closer to her. She backed up, braced herself, and made the attack. One swift hit to the head, that's all it would take. Unfortunately, it wasn't nearly that smooth, and she had stumbled to the ground with the corpse, held in place, breathing heavily.
She made the hit, and for that she was grateful, but she couldn't help but chuckle at her laying on the ground with a dead guy on top of her.
"Now, don't get me wrong, but I'm pretty sure that he didn't tell you a joke, so I'm not really sure what the hell you're laughing at."
clover pushes the man off, and stands on her feet. Laura, aka the rest of her group, enters the backyard through the house.
"Well, you'd be wrong. He did tell me a joke." Laura fakes surprise and raises her hands in the air.
"What?" the sarcastic comment is overly exaggerated and definitely fits her personality. "You must share with me what it was? I just love jokes..."
"Oh, yeah. He was just telling me about your face." Clover replies very snarkily, but both of them laugh a little.
"Really mature, Bug. Please tell me you at least found something and you didn't spend all of your time conversing with a dead guy." Clover doesn't verbally respond, shaking her head no. The mood flips, but the two walk out of the house together.
"Time to move on, I suppose. Better luck next time?" Laura says this, humor back in her voice. The two travel silently down the deserted street, heading for their makeshift camp.