Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 14:52:14 GMT -5
Sinclair settled in a giant building called the Stanley Hotel. By what he read at the entrance the building was haunted but it wasn't. He'd already been in the building for three months and he'd seen no ghost.
He'd begun going from the house down into the city of Estes Park on a daily in a truck he'd found. He used the truck to bring back food and survivors that had been in the city.
"Sinclair"
Sinclair walked from the Boardroom from in which he held his meetings. Towards a built man who was his Lieutenant.
"Is something wrong"
The mans whose name was Malcolm pointed towards the fence they where building around the 8 acre landmass. They had cut down the tress in front of the building for materials instead of going to the city for supplies other than barb wire.
Sinclair looked toward the fence and noticed a horde of walkers running towards the building. It wasn't many but he couldn't put the lives of the people in danger. Sinclair snatched his megaphone from a chair and called for everyone to enter the building.
He quickly grabbed his riffle refilling his magazine and then rushing toward the horde with Malcolm at his side. He shot as many of them in the head as he could from a distance before getting close. As he got closer he pulled his Bowie Machetes from their holsters.
Slicing at one walkers head as he ducked from the attack of another. Slashing at its leg while Malcolm slammed his Axe into its head. Brains spilled onto Sinclairs jacket as Malcolm pulled his Axe from the walkers head.
Sinclair and Malcolm then both slashed at the last walkers knees before they cut its head off blades meeting at the middle of its neck.
After the last walkers cold dead body slammed against the ground Sinclair looked at Malcolm.
"Next time don't get so close to them. Now get the men ready for patrol."
He'd begun going from the house down into the city of Estes Park on a daily in a truck he'd found. He used the truck to bring back food and survivors that had been in the city.
"Sinclair"
Sinclair walked from the Boardroom from in which he held his meetings. Towards a built man who was his Lieutenant.
"Is something wrong"
The mans whose name was Malcolm pointed towards the fence they where building around the 8 acre landmass. They had cut down the tress in front of the building for materials instead of going to the city for supplies other than barb wire.
Sinclair looked toward the fence and noticed a horde of walkers running towards the building. It wasn't many but he couldn't put the lives of the people in danger. Sinclair snatched his megaphone from a chair and called for everyone to enter the building.
He quickly grabbed his riffle refilling his magazine and then rushing toward the horde with Malcolm at his side. He shot as many of them in the head as he could from a distance before getting close. As he got closer he pulled his Bowie Machetes from their holsters.
Slicing at one walkers head as he ducked from the attack of another. Slashing at its leg while Malcolm slammed his Axe into its head. Brains spilled onto Sinclairs jacket as Malcolm pulled his Axe from the walkers head.
Sinclair and Malcolm then both slashed at the last walkers knees before they cut its head off blades meeting at the middle of its neck.
After the last walkers cold dead body slammed against the ground Sinclair looked at Malcolm.
"Next time don't get so close to them. Now get the men ready for patrol."