Post by Eddie Lawson on Jul 22, 2017 20:55:33 GMT -5
Eddie looked down on his bruised and bloody hands. They were shaking. Not because he was scared, but because the adrenaline was still coursing through him like an injection of heroine. At his feet was the body of, someone. Eddie didn't even know his name. He looked down at the body with a look of indifference. Eddie kneeled down and slid the knife into his temple with a rough stab. The blade came out shiny and red. Eddie wiped the blade on the dead man's shirt before snatching up a water bottle from the guy's cold lifeless fingers.
Eddie unscrewed the cap and carelessly threw it on the ground before chugging the remainder. His eyes lingered on the corpse at his feet for only a moment and then he was already forgotten about. The chase was a pain in the ass. "You run pretty fast you little weasel." Eddie said gruffly. Eddie dropped the bottle beside the body and glared longingly down the street. He was still probably a half a day's walk from the clubhouse, but he was getting close. The days seemed to be getting hotter. Water was a precious resource. One that could cost you your life if you stole it from the wrong person. The corpse at his feet had to unfortunately learn this the hard way.
Dropping the empty bottle without a second thought Eddie began to walk. He walked in the direction of the Fool's Dice club. It felt strange to be back on familiar streets. Nothing about this world seemed familiar anymore. He was the same selfish, closed off, guarded prick he had always been; only now he was constantly hungry, tired and pissed off... More so than usual.
Bodies lined the street. Some were walking around not really paying much attention to him. Others, like this poor son of a bitch he was now stepping over; were just dead. Eddie's facial expression was that of a man who had lost to much. He wasn't going to loose another single thing. Not a bite of food, nor a drop of water. He moved down the street with the knife still in hand. Along the way he did stab the one or two biters that did take notice of him. He stabbed them in the head, pulled his knife out and kept walking without breaking his stride. Eddie heard gunshots off in the distance. The echo of the buildings around him made it hard to tell which way it was coming from. His eyes narrowed. No, they can't be alive after all this time. Eddie thought. He wasn't the type to get his hopes up, but if anyone made it he'd put his money on the Fools.
Eddie was about pick up his pace when something out of the corner of his eye grabbed his attention. He saw a door closing. The dead dumb bastards don't know how to open doors. He had no pressing need to stir up trouble, but that was the last of his water. He was running low on just about everything. Maybe whoever just slipped in that building had some supplies they might let him "borrow." Eddie looked back in the direction of the clubhouse and decided this small detour wouldn't hold him up to long. He would probably get back to the club to find it deserted, or at least that's what he was expecting. He really saw no need to be in a hurry. Eddie pulled a gun from the back of his pants and followed whoever it was that ducked inside the building.
Pushing open the door it was dark. It was musty. It smelled like a portapotty outside a taco bell. Eddie's face curled into disgust at the scent. He strained his eyes against the dark. The place was small. He didn't happen to see what kind of store this was but there was clothes everywhere. Maybe a thrift store. "I don't have the patience for this shit." He grumbled under his breathe. That's when a cat jumped down onto the counter and meowed at him. Eddie's gun turned immediately to it's head. A smile cracked across his face. "Hello dinner." He said a little louder than he should have.
A walker who had spent the last 4 years mingling the men's section of this musty thrift store jumped out and grabbed him. It was a withered husk of it's former self. Barely any skin covered it's skeletal form. Bits of grey brown flesh covered parts of it here or there, but for the most part it was dried out and pathetic. Eddie grabbed it by throat and held it back. He grunted and bared his teeth in it's face before he headbut it....Hard. It was reactionary, but effective. A thin crack in it's brittle skull caved in. Eddie shoved it back into the wall. To his surprise it slumped down the wall and fell still. The skull caved inward and punctured some vital part of the brain. People told Eddie he was hard headed, but.....
Eddie turned back to the cat to see it slipping away out a busted out window and running down the street. "Pussy." Eddie sighed. It was the cat that had pushed the door open. It was left ajar and the cat had wandered in to find food. Eddie looked at his shirt that was covered in blood and pulled it off. He found a plain back shirt and slipped it on. Fuck. He thought standing in the darkned store. The gunshots had long since died out. Eddie wondered if he had ever heard them at all. He tucked his gun back in his pants and stepped back out onto the sidewalk through the same opening the cat had crawled through. The sun was still bright as hell, and hotter than he would have liked. At least it didn't smell like Ironside's pickup anymore.