Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2015 20:29:44 GMT -5
As Regan rummages through the house with his bags out on the porch, he manages to find an old MMA magazine. Flipping through the pages, sure enough his article about his debut fight is there clear as day on page 13. Smiling at the life before, he hears foot steps on the porch. He runs out the kitchen, through the living room and take cover beside the open door with his gun gripped close. He then hears the steps again, this time faster and moving further away. He looks out the door and see's a man running off with his bags.
"Hey you little bitch! Give me back my shit!"
He yells as he chases the man into a yellow house across the street, catching the man who's stopped due to the back door being difficult to unlock. He quickly moves in and hits the man with a right and a quick left jab but is tackled into the marble counter in the center of the kitchen. The man, now bleeding out the nose tries to escape through the front door but Regan grabs him by the arm and turns him around to another right hook knocking him down, busting the glass table in the center. The man begins to plead for his life.
Man - "Please don't...I...I'm sorry..."
"Nah man, this life is too hard for mercy...."
With those words, Regan grits his teeth as he pulls out his pistol and shoots a bullet in the mans head. Used to the deafening sound by now, he takes his bags back and raids the guy's pockets before heading out before a heard comes from the noise.
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As the sun has finally set, the fireplace is lit as Regan lies on the blue sofa, eating a can of beans, enjoying the MMA magazine he had picked up earlier. Finishing the can, he rolls off the couch before taking a piss in the sink. Looking out the window at the dead of the world, wondering when he'll be able to find someone else who understands his problem with mercy. It gets you killed. He knows that first hand from his experience. Losing his family due to mercy. As far as he's concerned, that one word killed his family, and he'll never use it again.
Staring out the window he witnesses something. The man he had killed earlier. He wasn't alone. Another man roaming around the backyard of the house his partner was killed at. With his gun at his side, and a light shining in every spot. Obviously looking for Regan. Yet Regan's worries disappear when a Walker comes barging out of the storm shelter, eating him alive. The death was quick though. He got the neck first so his screams weren't heard two streets over like Regan figured.
Regan heads out, placing his hood on his head with his hands in his pocket, warming up due to the cold night causing his body to shiver a bit. He jumps the fence and ends up in the backyard where the walker's attention is pointed towards Regan. However, it runs right into his hunting knife, drilling it through the skull. Why though? Why would Regan risk going out during the night to check a dead body?
He reaches down and pats the man's pockets before finding nothing interesting. For some reason, the man still kept his phone on him. Weird. What's this? Digging deeper in the pockets of this mysterious deadman, he finds a bag of weed. Packed to the top, Regan smiles at his luck before lighting one up there as the man turns and grabs at his foot. Shrugging it off as if it's just grass brushing against his leg, he walks off and jumps the fence again, heading back in for the night.
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On the road again, searching far and wide for anyone who'd understand his life style yet respect him at the same time. He only divides those two wishes because some people may understand the whole give no mercy idea, but will still try to steal from him. Seeing as how the last guy turned up, he knows damn well he isn't getting screwed any time soon. Adrenaline pumping, he's eager to find signs of life. But then again, wouldn't want to be spotted before he spots them. A strategic way of life nowadays. Can't let your guard down. That's how you end up dead.
Stopping on the side of the road eating some beef jerky on the hood of a car, Regan pulls out his spiked knuckles, imagining the last time he had to use them, breaking open the skulls of a few walkers in order to clean out a bar. Just then, his thoughts are broken up and he hears a roaring moter coming around the corner. Instinct kicks in and he jumps off the hood and climbs under the car with his bags hidden inside, he see's two wheels soar by. A man on a bike looking to be in a hurry. Possibly from an established stronghold.
"That's what i'm fuckin talkin about."
Now set on finding where this man is from, he sets out the way he came, in hopes he'll get lucky and find something soon.
(OOC: Not the most interesting first blood thread, but got bored plus wanted to set up how he found his way to Acer's.)