Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2015 20:03:46 GMT -5
Annette was out of breath as she turned on Whitaker Street, trying to get back to her car so she could get out of downtown. She had come back into town to try and find more bullets for her 9 mm. She was running out and she felt like if she didn't have that gun, she was as good as dead. There were three bullets left in the chamber and she was getting desperate. The trip to the Walmart didn't do her any good.
All the 9 mm and .22 boxes of bullets were gone. Hell, most were gone, except for a box of shot gun shells and some other sizes she didn't get a good enough look at. At least there were a few hunting knives left that she was able to throw into her car and head back to town. She knew there was a hardware store that had more questionable weapons upstairs. She learned that from her research of the city. She just had to remember where it was. When she finally stopped and parked to walk to the store, the horde of walkers was too close. She didn't even realize how many there were, but she was able to get three shots off and take down two of them. But they overran her. She had no choice but to run on foot. It seemed like they were everywhere suddenly. The last time she came into town, she could swear there were not that many. Maybe they finally came from Atlanta and swarmed towards the coast.
She was out of breath as she ducked into a stoop of a tax office. Her hand reached for the door, jiggling at the doorknob frantically to get away from the walkers that seemed to be everywhere. She was certain this was it. Three bullets would not be enough to save her life as she peeked around the corner to find a way through the dead crowd that was not leaving her alone.
All the 9 mm and .22 boxes of bullets were gone. Hell, most were gone, except for a box of shot gun shells and some other sizes she didn't get a good enough look at. At least there were a few hunting knives left that she was able to throw into her car and head back to town. She knew there was a hardware store that had more questionable weapons upstairs. She learned that from her research of the city. She just had to remember where it was. When she finally stopped and parked to walk to the store, the horde of walkers was too close. She didn't even realize how many there were, but she was able to get three shots off and take down two of them. But they overran her. She had no choice but to run on foot. It seemed like they were everywhere suddenly. The last time she came into town, she could swear there were not that many. Maybe they finally came from Atlanta and swarmed towards the coast.
She was out of breath as she ducked into a stoop of a tax office. Her hand reached for the door, jiggling at the doorknob frantically to get away from the walkers that seemed to be everywhere. She was certain this was it. Three bullets would not be enough to save her life as she peeked around the corner to find a way through the dead crowd that was not leaving her alone.