Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 13:57:29 GMT -5
The days had turned to weeks and the weeks had just rolled into a month with next to no disruptions. Devlen didn't want to start thinking he was safe or that he might have found somewhere to hold out, but it was slowly taking root in his mind. The last infected he had seen was a mile or so off, just wandering across the runway of the small airport down the road form his new haven and that was five days ago. Devlen still spent most of his time out on the roof of the building watching, always watching for the next attack, but he was finally starting to relax, the irony wasn't lost on Devlen either, finding shelter in a rehab center.
Devlen had been cutting across the vast farming fields to keep off the highways and to avoid cities when he saw in the distant buildings and airport; he reckoned that the town itself was a smaller one just on the outskirts of a city. There airport itself looked in pretty rough, a fire had long since gutted it and the only airplane was a medium sized two engine that had crashed into the building. The building that really caught his attention was the curiously fenced off one about two or three miles away from the airport.
When he first came upon the building Devlen thought it might have been a low security prison, with the eight foot fences with barbed wire on top, but once he did his short recon, he the large tan letters on the front of the building “Re-Entry Center”. He wasn’t sure why they would have to have a fence like that surrounding the place; Devlen thought the patients of a rehab center checked themselves in, then again an actual barrier between you and your vice might be nice. Someone had crashed their station-wagon some time ago into the corner of the fence, somewhat knocking it down, but he figured it would have to be a very determined zombie to crawl its way through.
Motivated by the swiftly approaching night and the chill on the air Devlen had made his way under the fence and began his sweep for any infected that might be around. The building its self was a decently sized place, 100 feet wide and 300 plus long, and being only one story tall, it also had a wing of some sort that extended from the main building. Thinking the place was too good to be true, most of the windows were intact and the doors were still standing, the place was defensible and in good shape from the outside anyway. The inside was a different story, it seemed like people had gone through the building looting anything worth monetary value. The medical bay had been ransacked and everything right down to the safety pins had been taken, the kitchen had been stripped of all food except for a 5 gallon pail of kosher pickles, a sack of rice and a few old unmarked cans, the only relatively unspoiled areas were the bedrooms.
Devlen spent the next few days fixing up the breach in the fence; he had scavenged a mostly spent spool of barbed wire that was hanging off the end of a cattle fence line. Trying to make the repair look as “non-repaired” as possible so no one who happened by would, at a quick glance, see that someone had fixed it. After a few days of “easy living” Devlen all but collapsed in the exhaustion of the horrors of the last year and awhile and simply did not feel he could continue on wandering. Over the next week Devlen gathered an assortment of wood and nails scavenged from nearby farms and began fortifying the doors and windows as best as he could and against his better judgment Delven felt slightly attached to his new surroundings.
All things considered he was in a good place, defensible walls, a fence and it was fairly warm inside the building, definitely warmer then sleeping outdoors, now he faced a new and rapidly growing problem. Down to the last of his food Devlen had to make the choice of expending his calories on searching the spaced out farms for food or risk traveling into the city…
Devlen had been cutting across the vast farming fields to keep off the highways and to avoid cities when he saw in the distant buildings and airport; he reckoned that the town itself was a smaller one just on the outskirts of a city. There airport itself looked in pretty rough, a fire had long since gutted it and the only airplane was a medium sized two engine that had crashed into the building. The building that really caught his attention was the curiously fenced off one about two or three miles away from the airport.
When he first came upon the building Devlen thought it might have been a low security prison, with the eight foot fences with barbed wire on top, but once he did his short recon, he the large tan letters on the front of the building “Re-Entry Center”. He wasn’t sure why they would have to have a fence like that surrounding the place; Devlen thought the patients of a rehab center checked themselves in, then again an actual barrier between you and your vice might be nice. Someone had crashed their station-wagon some time ago into the corner of the fence, somewhat knocking it down, but he figured it would have to be a very determined zombie to crawl its way through.
Motivated by the swiftly approaching night and the chill on the air Devlen had made his way under the fence and began his sweep for any infected that might be around. The building its self was a decently sized place, 100 feet wide and 300 plus long, and being only one story tall, it also had a wing of some sort that extended from the main building. Thinking the place was too good to be true, most of the windows were intact and the doors were still standing, the place was defensible and in good shape from the outside anyway. The inside was a different story, it seemed like people had gone through the building looting anything worth monetary value. The medical bay had been ransacked and everything right down to the safety pins had been taken, the kitchen had been stripped of all food except for a 5 gallon pail of kosher pickles, a sack of rice and a few old unmarked cans, the only relatively unspoiled areas were the bedrooms.
Devlen spent the next few days fixing up the breach in the fence; he had scavenged a mostly spent spool of barbed wire that was hanging off the end of a cattle fence line. Trying to make the repair look as “non-repaired” as possible so no one who happened by would, at a quick glance, see that someone had fixed it. After a few days of “easy living” Devlen all but collapsed in the exhaustion of the horrors of the last year and awhile and simply did not feel he could continue on wandering. Over the next week Devlen gathered an assortment of wood and nails scavenged from nearby farms and began fortifying the doors and windows as best as he could and against his better judgment Delven felt slightly attached to his new surroundings.
All things considered he was in a good place, defensible walls, a fence and it was fairly warm inside the building, definitely warmer then sleeping outdoors, now he faced a new and rapidly growing problem. Down to the last of his food Devlen had to make the choice of expending his calories on searching the spaced out farms for food or risk traveling into the city…