Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2015 19:14:20 GMT -5
Bernard's eyes flickered at the scenes that went on. He remembered blacking out when something hi the truck, what the fuck was that? He took a while to actually fully open his eyes, but he eventually did so. He was laid in the cab of the over turned truck, blood and glass was everywhere. He looked around for a bit, finally realising that the pool of blood was coming from him. Shit! There was a large glass shard wedged into his thigh. It seemed to hurt a lot more now that he fully realised it was in his leg. He pulled his body through one of the broken windows and onto the ground outside of the truck. A trail of blood from his leg followed him, but didn't stop him. He didn't see any sign of Mick and Michelle, were they dead? Had they left without him? His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of gunshots, making Bernard jump as they went off. That went others were near him, friendly or not, he had to get out of there. His hand gripped the side of the truck as he used all of the strength he could to pull himself up from the ground and stand up. Although, he still needed the truck's assistance, atleast he could walk now.
Bernard collected his thoughts, realising that he might make it if just gets his backpack and runs for it. He quickly made his way to the back of the truck with his hand on the truck's side still. It was already opened, must've been the crash that forced it to open. He saw his bag and grabbed it. Swinging it onto his back, the gunshots went off again. "Shit, I need to get outta here" he said in a worried, mumbling tone. His hand left the side of the truck, he could barely stand, but that didn't stop him, he needed to get the hell out of there
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6 days later
Bernard was walking the street of New York City, what was left of it atleast. He managed to pull out the shard of glass and patch up his leg a few days prior. It was definetley feeling better, but it he had a feeling it wasn't going to get any better with him walking around all the time, probably best to find some shelter. Of course there was a lot of buildings he could take shelter in, but none of them looked appealing enough so he continued down the long road.
The items in his back pack meant he had enough supplies to last a week or so, but had to find new supplies soon. He hadn't seen any humans since the incident, or hardly any biters for a that matter. He did still wonder what came of Mick and Michelle, he had hoped they were alive somewhere, maybe he'd meet them again. It would be nice to regroup, but he realised it was all a little fantasy in his head. It was like he tried to make the world seem better than it was. The other two were either dead or left Bernard for dead and he'd likely never see them again.
Just as as he was on that though, he noticed an intriguing and stable building, a bar. Well, they were bound to have food and drink unless it had all been looted by someone else. He approached the wooden door and equipped his crowbar just incase he was an unwanted visitor. The door opened with a creek, but there was no response or sight of any humans or biters, it seemed safe. He went inside, leaving the door open behind him. He waddled his way over behind the bar and had a look at what they had in store, if anything.
Bernard collected his thoughts, realising that he might make it if just gets his backpack and runs for it. He quickly made his way to the back of the truck with his hand on the truck's side still. It was already opened, must've been the crash that forced it to open. He saw his bag and grabbed it. Swinging it onto his back, the gunshots went off again. "Shit, I need to get outta here" he said in a worried, mumbling tone. His hand left the side of the truck, he could barely stand, but that didn't stop him, he needed to get the hell out of there
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6 days later
Bernard was walking the street of New York City, what was left of it atleast. He managed to pull out the shard of glass and patch up his leg a few days prior. It was definetley feeling better, but it he had a feeling it wasn't going to get any better with him walking around all the time, probably best to find some shelter. Of course there was a lot of buildings he could take shelter in, but none of them looked appealing enough so he continued down the long road.
The items in his back pack meant he had enough supplies to last a week or so, but had to find new supplies soon. He hadn't seen any humans since the incident, or hardly any biters for a that matter. He did still wonder what came of Mick and Michelle, he had hoped they were alive somewhere, maybe he'd meet them again. It would be nice to regroup, but he realised it was all a little fantasy in his head. It was like he tried to make the world seem better than it was. The other two were either dead or left Bernard for dead and he'd likely never see them again.
Just as as he was on that though, he noticed an intriguing and stable building, a bar. Well, they were bound to have food and drink unless it had all been looted by someone else. He approached the wooden door and equipped his crowbar just incase he was an unwanted visitor. The door opened with a creek, but there was no response or sight of any humans or biters, it seemed safe. He went inside, leaving the door open behind him. He waddled his way over behind the bar and had a look at what they had in store, if anything.