Post by Jade Harper on Jan 22, 2017 20:20:40 GMT -5
"Great weather my ass" Jade mumbled tossing an old pamphlet to the floor. There were many different ways one could describe her first two days in the golden state. The seat she rested in provided the perfect view of raindrops striking the ground through a cracked window. Her feet gently pushed rocked her wooden chair from a state of two legs and four. Jade had come into the city with a the plan to restock on basic supplies: Canned food, water, and meds, in and out it wasn't meant to take more than a day. Of course a mob of the infected had other plans.
Jade was in simplest words stranded in this old building a few blocks away from her truck. Her rifle sat leaning against a dormant wall a few feet away from her, her glock and knife sheathed on her belt. The sound of rain and the moans of the dead had become her background track for many days at this point, so at the sound of glass shattering her metaphorical record let out a massive screech. Shit. Her rifle was in his hands in a manor of seconds.
She rushed to the other side of the building expecting to see infected swarming into her temporary shelter. Instead she found a man, with one shoe, laying in a bed of shattered glass. Jade inched closer, he looked like he was alive, though she couldn't rule out the possibility of him being bit; or worse hostile. Lifting her rifle to her shoulder, the sound of gunfire mixed into the cacophony of moans and rain.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" She yelled over the sound of her rifle.
Jade was in simplest words stranded in this old building a few blocks away from her truck. Her rifle sat leaning against a dormant wall a few feet away from her, her glock and knife sheathed on her belt. The sound of rain and the moans of the dead had become her background track for many days at this point, so at the sound of glass shattering her metaphorical record let out a massive screech. Shit. Her rifle was in his hands in a manor of seconds.
She rushed to the other side of the building expecting to see infected swarming into her temporary shelter. Instead she found a man, with one shoe, laying in a bed of shattered glass. Jade inched closer, he looked like he was alive, though she couldn't rule out the possibility of him being bit; or worse hostile. Lifting her rifle to her shoulder, the sound of gunfire mixed into the cacophony of moans and rain.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" She yelled over the sound of her rifle.