Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2017 15:46:31 GMT -5
Johnny squinted his eyes into the sunlight. He was staring off in the direction of the fence that surrounded the Club. The Fool's Dice Club was a strip Club they had bought with blood stained money. It had a chain link fence surrounding the place with security cameras on the perimeters. About as safe as you can be right? They parked cars along the fence to keep it sturdy and they left one gate unblocked for entrance and exits. When to many of the dead push up against the fence it becomes a problem. The cars were a simple solution. It's not like they weren't good at stealing cars. It wasn't like there weren't plenty of them lying around.
Johnny stared at the fence and saw that several dozen deadheads were clinging to it. They shook the fence desperate to get in. Johnny only stared at him as he pulled on a pair of black leather gloves. Johnny had a pair of ear buds in his ears. The song on the radio playing at full blast.
The cigarette resting between his lips sent streams of smoke wafting in front of his narrowed eyes. Same shit, different day he thought as he dropped his cigarette on the ground in front of him. Johnny crushed it out with the toe of his boot and picked up the rusty piece of rebar he kept outside just for this job. Johnny ran towards the cars and leaped. One foot landed on the hood of the car, quickly followed by the other. He jumped on the hood without using his hands. Johnny held the rebar at his side as he looked at all the fucks at the fence.
Johnny insisted on clearing the fences of walkers personally. There was never a shortage of walkers lined up against the fence. They made plenty of noise. There was a jukebox inside and even though there was only a few Fools here The Fool's Dices boys were a rowdy bunch. Johnny insisted on clearing the fences because he wanted to check there faces. He wanted to see if he recognized any of them. His eyes cast down on his tattooed sleeves. Johnny's sleeves were mostly portraits of faces. Faces of friends he had lost over the years. He still had more skin uncovered. Spaces for more faces to join the missing and that's what worried him.
Johnny looked over the faces of the hungry mob through the links in the chain. He didn't recognize any of them. His expression didn't change. It was still a look of distain promenantly displayed across his handsome features. Johnny sighed, wondering if he would ever see the faces of his friends again. Alive or dead. And without another moment wasted he began stabbing walkers in the head through the chain link fence.