Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 20:55:11 GMT -5
Jay awoke in the aisle of the store. His mouth was dry, crusted around the corners. Slowly he picked himself up. He looked over beside him for the girl, but she wasn't there. The woman he constructed in his mind never met him. She had been a construct of his fever induced thoughts. Like the biker, the walkers he kept seeing.
He slowly picked himself up, gun rattling as he stood. The fire had since burned out, smouldering ash only left. The rain had stopped, leaving mucky puddles on the ground. Jay only made it a few steps before he stopped. Leaning over the till it all came up, the water he had the night before, mixed with the bird he roasted. He could only collapse agaisnt the counter, knees on the ground.
His body ached, and he didn't know how much longer he could stay in this town. Going from shop to shop, street to street. He was running out of options, going in circles these last few months. He missed the station. He missed order. All because of Owen, his good for nothing brother was always a problem. That's why he wouldn't let him stay.
Slowly Jay picked himself up. He quickly gathered his bag and grabbed his gun. He stumbled out the door and in to the streets. His boot splashed in the puddles as he walked. The hole in his shoe slowly filling with water. He continued to walk, trudging through the streets. The farther he got out of town, the louder the growls got. Large numbers were out of town, head towards the strip malls and the clinic out there.
Jay simply ducked through the trees. He made his way through fields and back roads, looking to find the farm houses. He knew they were most likely stocked. Or maybe he could find people, or supplies at the very least. All he knew was if he kept going in circle in the town, he wouldn't make it. He'd pass out desd from exhaustion, become one of them.
Coming to the fence he stopped, Rebar had been placed around it. Jay simply through his back over and squeezed through a gap. He came out on his hands and knees, moving back toward the house. He saw the remand to of a fire, the grass burning black. There was a pile of bones, remains of clothes and burnt bodies. Jay suddenly dropped down. Vomit came up again, what little he had left. It turned to dry heaving as he looked at the remains of the burning bodies, only a few days old.
He moved away from the bodies. Making his way to the centre of the yard he could make out vehicles. A car that looked like it had been to hell and back, a few trucks. There was some kind of Bike and two SUVs. He could make out bulltet holes and shell casings all over. There was signs of a fight, something big.
Jay looked around, taking a few mores steps approaching the nearest truck. Then his legs gave out and collapsed agaisnt it. His shoulder hit the tires and he fell with a bang.
He slowly picked himself up, gun rattling as he stood. The fire had since burned out, smouldering ash only left. The rain had stopped, leaving mucky puddles on the ground. Jay only made it a few steps before he stopped. Leaning over the till it all came up, the water he had the night before, mixed with the bird he roasted. He could only collapse agaisnt the counter, knees on the ground.
His body ached, and he didn't know how much longer he could stay in this town. Going from shop to shop, street to street. He was running out of options, going in circles these last few months. He missed the station. He missed order. All because of Owen, his good for nothing brother was always a problem. That's why he wouldn't let him stay.
Slowly Jay picked himself up. He quickly gathered his bag and grabbed his gun. He stumbled out the door and in to the streets. His boot splashed in the puddles as he walked. The hole in his shoe slowly filling with water. He continued to walk, trudging through the streets. The farther he got out of town, the louder the growls got. Large numbers were out of town, head towards the strip malls and the clinic out there.
Jay simply ducked through the trees. He made his way through fields and back roads, looking to find the farm houses. He knew they were most likely stocked. Or maybe he could find people, or supplies at the very least. All he knew was if he kept going in circle in the town, he wouldn't make it. He'd pass out desd from exhaustion, become one of them.
Coming to the fence he stopped, Rebar had been placed around it. Jay simply through his back over and squeezed through a gap. He came out on his hands and knees, moving back toward the house. He saw the remand to of a fire, the grass burning black. There was a pile of bones, remains of clothes and burnt bodies. Jay suddenly dropped down. Vomit came up again, what little he had left. It turned to dry heaving as he looked at the remains of the burning bodies, only a few days old.
He moved away from the bodies. Making his way to the centre of the yard he could make out vehicles. A car that looked like it had been to hell and back, a few trucks. There was some kind of Bike and two SUVs. He could make out bulltet holes and shell casings all over. There was signs of a fight, something big.
Jay looked around, taking a few mores steps approaching the nearest truck. Then his legs gave out and collapsed agaisnt it. His shoulder hit the tires and he fell with a bang.