Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2015 12:42:05 GMT -5
It's been weeks, maybe months, since I've last seen a survivor. Hell, I have even come to accept the fact that I am a grown man with a little girls journal. Guess that's my only way of passing time as of late. Getting to relive my day all over again in a little notebook. Sure as hell couldn't find any food in the bakery. Place was cleared out a year ago it seems. I've never been to Johnson City before. Hell never even heard of it. Been in Tennessee my whole life too. Guess it doesn't matter. In order to survive I've got to wander off in god knows where.
As of right now, I am setting base here at the Hampton Inn hotel. Actually giving me a great view over the city. Sitting here on the very tip top with my shotgun in my lap. Guess that's what life is now. Sitting in complete silence with your fucking shotgun in your lap...
Seth looks out on the streets to see a dozen rotters wandering the sidewalks, sniffing out for food. He doesn't think nothing of it. Same view as always. Rotters on every corner wanting to eat. He proceeds to read over what he had written before hearing a sound that shocked his ears.
Woof Woof!
Seth stumbles to picks up his sub machine gun before focusing the scope in the direction of the noise. What he see's is the local arcade, shattered glass all over the sidewalk, but in detail, blood on the inner window frame. Just a little bit of blood, but it's enough to get you wondering since it looks fresh.
Woof Woof!
He see's it. A dog across the street. Russell Terrier. Reminds Seth of his own. He looks back behind the dog to see that it has attracted the whole heard. Every single on of them have targeted the poor dog. He can see that it doesn't have a chance of out running them considering it's hurt. Probably from stepping on the broken glass. But you know what, Seth's heroic courage kicks in and he takes off down stairs, through the cleared Hotel he reaches the bottom floor and out the door onto the street where he then dashes towards the Arcade where the dog had wandered and begins unloading on the rotters. Busting brain after brain, each one falling to the street, transforming into a silent corpse.
Found a dog today. Looks to be in bad shape having glass in his foot and not a bit of food in his stomach. He sure did scarf down the green beans I fed him. His name's Oscar. What it said on his name tag. No telling how long he's been out there alone. But you know, maybe this is a sign for me. Maybe I am not meant to be alone. Who knows.
As of right now, I am setting base here at the Hampton Inn hotel. Actually giving me a great view over the city. Sitting here on the very tip top with my shotgun in my lap. Guess that's what life is now. Sitting in complete silence with your fucking shotgun in your lap...
Seth looks out on the streets to see a dozen rotters wandering the sidewalks, sniffing out for food. He doesn't think nothing of it. Same view as always. Rotters on every corner wanting to eat. He proceeds to read over what he had written before hearing a sound that shocked his ears.
Woof Woof!
Seth stumbles to picks up his sub machine gun before focusing the scope in the direction of the noise. What he see's is the local arcade, shattered glass all over the sidewalk, but in detail, blood on the inner window frame. Just a little bit of blood, but it's enough to get you wondering since it looks fresh.
Woof Woof!
He see's it. A dog across the street. Russell Terrier. Reminds Seth of his own. He looks back behind the dog to see that it has attracted the whole heard. Every single on of them have targeted the poor dog. He can see that it doesn't have a chance of out running them considering it's hurt. Probably from stepping on the broken glass. But you know what, Seth's heroic courage kicks in and he takes off down stairs, through the cleared Hotel he reaches the bottom floor and out the door onto the street where he then dashes towards the Arcade where the dog had wandered and begins unloading on the rotters. Busting brain after brain, each one falling to the street, transforming into a silent corpse.
Found a dog today. Looks to be in bad shape having glass in his foot and not a bit of food in his stomach. He sure did scarf down the green beans I fed him. His name's Oscar. What it said on his name tag. No telling how long he's been out there alone. But you know, maybe this is a sign for me. Maybe I am not meant to be alone. Who knows.