Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 22:35:29 GMT -5
Dean walked down the sun parched stretch of road with his crowbar on his shoulder. He had left the Junkyard two days ago and hadn't found a place safe enough to hold up in since. Hell, he slept in a tree last night. He was starting to think leaving was a mistake it was secure afterall.
"Gotta find something." He told himself.
He was nearing a town, a small town with a few mom'n pop stores, mostly picked clean but not completely. He saw buildings up ahead and picked up his pace. He was getting hungry too maybe could find some food, he was down to one can of sliced carrots a last resort because he hated carrots. His light jog came to a halt when he got closer. The streets in front of the shops were filled with the dead. Must've been thirty or fourty of them. Dean ran up to the building and got cover. They hadn't seen him. One straggler wandered around the corner almost shambling right past him. Dean grabbed his knife and whistled; Just loud enough for the deadhead to hear. It turned uttering a guteral snarl ready to tear apart flesh. Dean thrust his knife into its temple and allowed it to fall limp ontop of him.
" i fucking hate this part."
He thrust the knife again this time into its stomach. He let the blood and guts drain all over him covering his scent with that of the freaks. He got up and slowly made his way into the mob of the dead. Slowly turning his head he scanned the buildings for some useful to his right was a pet store a record store and he couldn't make out what else. One the left side of the street was a thrift store, a pawn shop and a D'amico's sub/ sandwich shop. He couldn't imagine anything good was left at D'amico's aside from moldy bread and rotten meat, still the left side of the street was closer and he slowly made his was towards the thrift store .
As luck would have it the door was open and he was able to slip in unoticed.
The store was dark dank and dusty. He saw the whole store was just one big room and there didnt seem to be any rotters in here. The coast was clear. He quietly closed the door and locked it. The windows were boarded up, that was a blessing. The things outside couldn't see him if he was quiet he'd be ok. There was just enough light to see pouring in from the top of the boarded windows. Dean pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. There was a sign on the counter that read ' take what you need and god bless!' This place was largely untouched there was a store full of clothes shoes computer parts board games to pass the time ( But playing clue by yourself is just fucking stupid.) Dean picked up his backpack and walked around the store seeing what he could find. He stopped in the used dvd section wishing for a moment there was power, because there was used tvs and dvd players in the store. The end of the world is god damn boring. Scanning through the movies Dean saw a familiar title.
"No fucking way!" Dean laughed, he actually laughed. He couldn't remember the last time he did. This little thrift store in bum - fuck - nowhere had a dvd copy of his movie.
"Aliens Took My Wife - staring....Dean Matthew Abernathy" "I'll be damned."
Dean thought about putting it back on the shelf, but then he shoved it in his bag. Dean figured he could explore the rest later he was going to hold up here a few days at least. The last place he passed over was the junkyard and he still was kicking himself, that place was a fortress even if it did smell like shit. But still this place was ok. Dean tossed his bloody backpack on the floor in front of a couch in the furniture section he scowered the shelfes and found a can opener and some used silverware. This place had everything he needed. He reached into his pack and retrieved the canned carrots. He ate them in silnce as he watched walkers outside cast dancing shadows across the walls of the store. He wasnt worried. They should clear out soon, wander off somewhere; then he can check the rest of the stores. Still shirtless Dean laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. The last thought he had before he drifted off was that the couch was way more comfortable than the car in the junkyard.
"Gotta find something." He told himself.
He was nearing a town, a small town with a few mom'n pop stores, mostly picked clean but not completely. He saw buildings up ahead and picked up his pace. He was getting hungry too maybe could find some food, he was down to one can of sliced carrots a last resort because he hated carrots. His light jog came to a halt when he got closer. The streets in front of the shops were filled with the dead. Must've been thirty or fourty of them. Dean ran up to the building and got cover. They hadn't seen him. One straggler wandered around the corner almost shambling right past him. Dean grabbed his knife and whistled; Just loud enough for the deadhead to hear. It turned uttering a guteral snarl ready to tear apart flesh. Dean thrust his knife into its temple and allowed it to fall limp ontop of him.
" i fucking hate this part."
He thrust the knife again this time into its stomach. He let the blood and guts drain all over him covering his scent with that of the freaks. He got up and slowly made his way into the mob of the dead. Slowly turning his head he scanned the buildings for some useful to his right was a pet store a record store and he couldn't make out what else. One the left side of the street was a thrift store, a pawn shop and a D'amico's sub/ sandwich shop. He couldn't imagine anything good was left at D'amico's aside from moldy bread and rotten meat, still the left side of the street was closer and he slowly made his was towards the thrift store .
As luck would have it the door was open and he was able to slip in unoticed.
The store was dark dank and dusty. He saw the whole store was just one big room and there didnt seem to be any rotters in here. The coast was clear. He quietly closed the door and locked it. The windows were boarded up, that was a blessing. The things outside couldn't see him if he was quiet he'd be ok. There was just enough light to see pouring in from the top of the boarded windows. Dean pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. There was a sign on the counter that read ' take what you need and god bless!' This place was largely untouched there was a store full of clothes shoes computer parts board games to pass the time ( But playing clue by yourself is just fucking stupid.) Dean picked up his backpack and walked around the store seeing what he could find. He stopped in the used dvd section wishing for a moment there was power, because there was used tvs and dvd players in the store. The end of the world is god damn boring. Scanning through the movies Dean saw a familiar title.
"No fucking way!" Dean laughed, he actually laughed. He couldn't remember the last time he did. This little thrift store in bum - fuck - nowhere had a dvd copy of his movie.
"Aliens Took My Wife - staring....Dean Matthew Abernathy" "I'll be damned."
Dean thought about putting it back on the shelf, but then he shoved it in his bag. Dean figured he could explore the rest later he was going to hold up here a few days at least. The last place he passed over was the junkyard and he still was kicking himself, that place was a fortress even if it did smell like shit. But still this place was ok. Dean tossed his bloody backpack on the floor in front of a couch in the furniture section he scowered the shelfes and found a can opener and some used silverware. This place had everything he needed. He reached into his pack and retrieved the canned carrots. He ate them in silnce as he watched walkers outside cast dancing shadows across the walls of the store. He wasnt worried. They should clear out soon, wander off somewhere; then he can check the rest of the stores. Still shirtless Dean laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. The last thought he had before he drifted off was that the couch was way more comfortable than the car in the junkyard.