Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 18:50:53 GMT -5
Effing of course, out of all the damn places she had to be when the world went down the john it had to be effing Manhattan. Out of all the cities in America, she could have been anywhere, but where was she? Freaking eff balls New York. Had she ever been to New York? Nope. Did she know a damn thing about New York? Of course not. So why then, out of all God’s good green earth was she in this miserable fish bowl of death and destruction? Because her effing, no good, abandoning brother Marcus had to hall his ass up here for “education” and a fancy panties “law degree”.
Lot’a good that’a done him. Ain’t no lawyers or fancy, big wig court rooms now. There was just the two of them, his two kids, and a freaking crap ton of high-healed big shot, suit and tie wearing idgits who were just itchin to eat them alive. And if that wasn’t enough, wouldn’t you know it, they weren’t the only sons of guns who had made it this long in this cesspool. As food became scarcer and the undead became more numerous with the increasing death rates, it was no surprise that mankind had taken on an ugly side. Gangs had been formed, and people had gotten nasty. It wasn’t just the undead you had to watch out for, it was people as well. Leave it to liberals to turn against one another in a time like this, freaking typical. So, she supposed it was no surprise that she found herself in this particular situation, running for her life, a few hand-fulls of canned goods in her backpack, cross bow out, the shouts of angry survivors behind her growing fainter with each corner she rounded.
“Shit, shit, shit, effing shit balls” She painted, strong southern draw raspy as the adrenaline-induced panic gave way to exhaustion. She really freakin hated running, of course she just had to have skipped track in high school, had to take that stupid AP math class instead. They said it’d help her get into college, but had that happened? Oh no, couldn’t get a freakin college education when the world was on it’s way out. But running? Well, that’s all they ever seemed to do. Marcus had better be where he was supposed to be, or heads were going to roll.
Rounding the corner, Harper practically leaped down the final set of stairs that would lead her to the parking garage for what use to be the Hampton Inn hotel. Panting heavily, she searched wildly for the tall, dirty blonde douche sack that was somehow related to her.
She didn’t stop when she saw him, simply reaching out tug at his arm as somewhere behind them a gun was fired. God she hoped they’d make it to their escape tunnel and that there weren’t any idgits their waiting. All she wanted to do was lay the heck down and take a freaking nap. But maybe that was too much to ask when everyone and their mother were trying to kill you.
Lot’a good that’a done him. Ain’t no lawyers or fancy, big wig court rooms now. There was just the two of them, his two kids, and a freaking crap ton of high-healed big shot, suit and tie wearing idgits who were just itchin to eat them alive. And if that wasn’t enough, wouldn’t you know it, they weren’t the only sons of guns who had made it this long in this cesspool. As food became scarcer and the undead became more numerous with the increasing death rates, it was no surprise that mankind had taken on an ugly side. Gangs had been formed, and people had gotten nasty. It wasn’t just the undead you had to watch out for, it was people as well. Leave it to liberals to turn against one another in a time like this, freaking typical. So, she supposed it was no surprise that she found herself in this particular situation, running for her life, a few hand-fulls of canned goods in her backpack, cross bow out, the shouts of angry survivors behind her growing fainter with each corner she rounded.
“Shit, shit, shit, effing shit balls” She painted, strong southern draw raspy as the adrenaline-induced panic gave way to exhaustion. She really freakin hated running, of course she just had to have skipped track in high school, had to take that stupid AP math class instead. They said it’d help her get into college, but had that happened? Oh no, couldn’t get a freakin college education when the world was on it’s way out. But running? Well, that’s all they ever seemed to do. Marcus had better be where he was supposed to be, or heads were going to roll.
Rounding the corner, Harper practically leaped down the final set of stairs that would lead her to the parking garage for what use to be the Hampton Inn hotel. Panting heavily, she searched wildly for the tall, dirty blonde douche sack that was somehow related to her.
She didn’t stop when she saw him, simply reaching out tug at his arm as somewhere behind them a gun was fired. God she hoped they’d make it to their escape tunnel and that there weren’t any idgits their waiting. All she wanted to do was lay the heck down and take a freaking nap. But maybe that was too much to ask when everyone and their mother were trying to kill you.