Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 18:13:06 GMT -5
The moans woke the young man from a peaceful and much needed sleep, he thought as he crawled from his makeshift bed roll that if anything could wake him up anymore it'd be the dead. Looking out the dust stained window Ozzy watched four dead people stagger through the alley one was so decomposed bits of flesh from its feet tore away staying behind on the ground. The other three looked freshly turned, the female in the back who once was very beautiful limped on a broken leg black goo leaking from the wound with every step. This mae Ozzy hang his head and swear, "Fuck man, no more women anywhere."
After a minute when he knew the coast was clear Ozzy sat back down on his bed roll, he opens a can of corn, eats it all, and then rolls a joint. Since day one of Hell on Earth Oz had relied on weed to get him through the days, when he was nervous he smoked, when he couldn't think clear he smoked, and when he needed energy he smoked. Most people who got high they giggled, munched, and crashed but Ozzy was different he got enery from a buzz. Most of his short rap career wouldn't have been possible without the power of his weed.
Tucking his joint behind his ear Oz rolled his bed roll up and repacked his supplies, it was time to get to his ride, and get out of dodge. Where would he go? Ozzy didn't care just as long as he found a group quickly. He wasn't much alone but a group was safe. A group was power. Of course groups had their issues, for example he thought about the last group he was in (well the only group since day one) two self elected leaders tore everyone in two. So many had died on both sides, others left on their own, and in the end Ozzy was left alone.
Outside now Ozzy throws his back pack on, checks his twin gold plated Desert Eagles that sat tucked safely in their side harnesses, and then when the alley looked safe Oz stepped out from his temporary saftey. It was a two block walk to where he hid his ride within a previous pile up of cars, so on his walk Ozzy entered his stone zone firing up his fat joint. The initial hit he held for a minute some smoke escaping the sides of his mouth, then he french inhaled, and what smoke that was left floated into the air.
He was in his zone as he walked, then he heard it. Foot steps. Heavy ones. The dead? Or the Living? Ozzy didn't care with his free hand he gripped one of his pistols and turned around to the sound, "Bad way to die partner!"
After a minute when he knew the coast was clear Ozzy sat back down on his bed roll, he opens a can of corn, eats it all, and then rolls a joint. Since day one of Hell on Earth Oz had relied on weed to get him through the days, when he was nervous he smoked, when he couldn't think clear he smoked, and when he needed energy he smoked. Most people who got high they giggled, munched, and crashed but Ozzy was different he got enery from a buzz. Most of his short rap career wouldn't have been possible without the power of his weed.
Tucking his joint behind his ear Oz rolled his bed roll up and repacked his supplies, it was time to get to his ride, and get out of dodge. Where would he go? Ozzy didn't care just as long as he found a group quickly. He wasn't much alone but a group was safe. A group was power. Of course groups had their issues, for example he thought about the last group he was in (well the only group since day one) two self elected leaders tore everyone in two. So many had died on both sides, others left on their own, and in the end Ozzy was left alone.
Outside now Ozzy throws his back pack on, checks his twin gold plated Desert Eagles that sat tucked safely in their side harnesses, and then when the alley looked safe Oz stepped out from his temporary saftey. It was a two block walk to where he hid his ride within a previous pile up of cars, so on his walk Ozzy entered his stone zone firing up his fat joint. The initial hit he held for a minute some smoke escaping the sides of his mouth, then he french inhaled, and what smoke that was left floated into the air.
He was in his zone as he walked, then he heard it. Foot steps. Heavy ones. The dead? Or the Living? Ozzy didn't care with his free hand he gripped one of his pistols and turned around to the sound, "Bad way to die partner!"