Post by Elliot Ferrara on Sept 30, 2016 10:56:32 GMT -5
It was raining. The pitter patter of the raindrops hitting against the glass was soothing. To his ears it was like heaven in comparison to the constant groan of the undead. The dead that never seemed to stay dead for long before turning into ravenous shambling corpses that only ate. All that the dead was eat and cause destruction in their path of terror. The mere thought of those.. Things.. That shambled down in the streets below the apartment he had taken refuge in. They brought a tear to Elliot's eyes as they reminded him all the people he had watched die at their decaying hands. Elliot wiped away the tear so it would hopefully not cause his mascara to bleed.
This was something the young man had decided to experiment with on days like this, nothing but rain made his options pretty small as far as entertainment. He also had some lipstick in the shade of red because it was classical and apparently the deceased women next door over had loved the shade. His body tensed up at the sight of a man approaching the entrance to the apartment.. Elliot gasped as the events unfolded quickly. He leaned closer against the glass watching as the mysterious man dispatched three shifty looking fellas who came from the buildings a cross the street. They were armed, one even had a gun but this stranger seemed to handle them or they ran away. Elliot found it hard to be sure what really happened with the heavy rain falling down.
What Elliot was sure about was that this stranger had entered the apartment down stairs. He could hear the man down stairs most likely in the apartment connected took up the first floor. Elliot quickly ran toward the lantern on the table turning it off so not to attract anymore attention. He then tried to put away some of his supplies, shoving his backpack into the closet and trying to move his tools around. However, the young man began to hear someone coming up the steps to the second floor which was his apartment and decided to hide. After cleaning up what he could in the bedroom he crawled under the bed and tried to remain as quiet as possible. Unfortunately the young man had left his interviewing journal open on the bed with the profile of a survivor named Theresa Herrara, containing the picture of the middle aged hispanic women and questions she had answered, it made it very clearly someone was either currently living here or had been here recently.
Elliot coughed suddenly causing his hands to cup his lips. He cursed to himself silently for that bodily mistake that could have just caused his death. Elliot remained under the bed hoping to God the stranger hadn't heard that. He was practically shaking in his boxers feeling very vulnerable and in the open. It was about this time that he had wished he grabbed a weapon before crawling under the bed but now he had to live with his choice.
This was something the young man had decided to experiment with on days like this, nothing but rain made his options pretty small as far as entertainment. He also had some lipstick in the shade of red because it was classical and apparently the deceased women next door over had loved the shade. His body tensed up at the sight of a man approaching the entrance to the apartment.. Elliot gasped as the events unfolded quickly. He leaned closer against the glass watching as the mysterious man dispatched three shifty looking fellas who came from the buildings a cross the street. They were armed, one even had a gun but this stranger seemed to handle them or they ran away. Elliot found it hard to be sure what really happened with the heavy rain falling down.
What Elliot was sure about was that this stranger had entered the apartment down stairs. He could hear the man down stairs most likely in the apartment connected took up the first floor. Elliot quickly ran toward the lantern on the table turning it off so not to attract anymore attention. He then tried to put away some of his supplies, shoving his backpack into the closet and trying to move his tools around. However, the young man began to hear someone coming up the steps to the second floor which was his apartment and decided to hide. After cleaning up what he could in the bedroom he crawled under the bed and tried to remain as quiet as possible. Unfortunately the young man had left his interviewing journal open on the bed with the profile of a survivor named Theresa Herrara, containing the picture of the middle aged hispanic women and questions she had answered, it made it very clearly someone was either currently living here or had been here recently.
Elliot coughed suddenly causing his hands to cup his lips. He cursed to himself silently for that bodily mistake that could have just caused his death. Elliot remained under the bed hoping to God the stranger hadn't heard that. He was practically shaking in his boxers feeling very vulnerable and in the open. It was about this time that he had wished he grabbed a weapon before crawling under the bed but now he had to live with his choice.