Post by Jorge Casares on Feb 21, 2017 22:40:03 GMT -5
Roschester, New York was certanly a bit cold in that day, Jorge had a long journey from Colorado to New York, still unbroken, riding in his bike, just to complete the journey he and his couple left unfinished even thought he was now alone as his couple was now death.
Jorge´s back hurt because of the cold weather, it was not like the cold he experienced back in his hometown, but worse.
Without resistance to that cold, he then looked for shelter.
A miracle came and he found himself in a street, close to some apartments.
"this is stupid, I cant believe I live trought his memory... pfff..." Jorge said
He opened the principal doors of the buildings and went carefully, it wasnt just like a small house, hundreds of undead could be inside, he had to go silently and hope for the best, after all, it was just suicide going to cities or big towns.
He went upstairs to the second floor, looking for an unlocked door, finding one door that wasnt, he entered and searched for food, he couldnt find anything, it seemed like if someone else raided that house like him. He proceded to the third floor, finding no doo open, only a walker close to the last of the apartments. He took his spear and stabbed the walker, he tryied looking for another door, but nothing was there in the third floor. Hopelss he went to the fourth and last floor, and looked for another unlocked door. One of the last apartments was unlocked and Jorge opened the door, he wasnt expecting to find what he found, neither expecting to find food. 10 walkers went out of the room, following Jorge, they were too much for him to fight alone, he ran away saying in loud voice "shit, shit, shit" and then tripping, falling to the floor and screaming in pain "ouch". He knew tat was probably his end
Jorge´s back hurt because of the cold weather, it was not like the cold he experienced back in his hometown, but worse.
Without resistance to that cold, he then looked for shelter.
A miracle came and he found himself in a street, close to some apartments.
"this is stupid, I cant believe I live trought his memory... pfff..." Jorge said
He opened the principal doors of the buildings and went carefully, it wasnt just like a small house, hundreds of undead could be inside, he had to go silently and hope for the best, after all, it was just suicide going to cities or big towns.
He went upstairs to the second floor, looking for an unlocked door, finding one door that wasnt, he entered and searched for food, he couldnt find anything, it seemed like if someone else raided that house like him. He proceded to the third floor, finding no doo open, only a walker close to the last of the apartments. He took his spear and stabbed the walker, he tryied looking for another door, but nothing was there in the third floor. Hopelss he went to the fourth and last floor, and looked for another unlocked door. One of the last apartments was unlocked and Jorge opened the door, he wasnt expecting to find what he found, neither expecting to find food. 10 walkers went out of the room, following Jorge, they were too much for him to fight alone, he ran away saying in loud voice "shit, shit, shit" and then tripping, falling to the floor and screaming in pain "ouch". He knew tat was probably his end