Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 23:00:54 GMT -5
Victor stood up from cleaning the blood off the floor. Picking up the bloody water bucket. He walked it into the kitchen area and dumped the water down the drain. Taking a rag, he wiped his hands of the blood. Throwing it into the sink, Victor walked out back and dragged the thugs body to the wood line so that he didn't have to look at it every time he went outside. "With one coming at my door trying to kill me, there is bound to be more...why me? And how the hell are you such a heavy set bastard?!?" Victor said as he dropped the legs. Darkness was starting to fall upon the land and the night air began to slowly come out. Taking in a deep breath, he slowly exhaled. It was going to be a nice night out, but his mood was now stirred a bit because of the sudden attack on his life. Walking back, he could feel eyes on him. Resting his right hand on his M-9, he stepped onto the back porch and walked in the house, locking the door behind him. The combat medic grabbed a bottle of water and went into the living room area where he'd sit down and picked up his personal journal. Opening it to the next free page and the pen inside, he began to write some notes and some ideas as to fortify the house. If he was going to stay here longer, he would need to protect it better. "It would seem that word is finally spreading of me being here...might get a bit hot around these parts. Oh Victor, what did you get yourself into now? Eh, a simple thug isn't anything compared to what I had to deal with in Washington and in Afghanistan." He said, talking to himself as he looked around. At all the windows and the front door. Then his eyes were set on his Scar H assault Rifle that was hanging up over the fire place on his left. Sighing a bit, Victor slowly stood up and grabbed it. Pulling the receiver back a bit, he looked in and saw there was a round in the barrel. Slowly sliding it back forward, he slung it around him. Grabbing a few pieces of wood and some kindle, Victor grabbed a pack of matches that sat next to the fire place and lit it. Blowing gently into the fire place, the fire grew brighter and slowly began to burn the wood. Warmth swarmed the inside of the room as he stood there looking at the flames.
But the feeling of someone or a few people watching the house began to eat at him. Then the sounds of combat began to ring inside his head. Running over to his medical bag, he grabbed a single pill that he had left of his PTSD Medicine and took it. Closing his eyes, he would wait for the medicine to kick in. After a while, it did finally kick in and the sounds of gun fire and people screaming died down. "Damn it...hate this..." Looking around again, he could see the shadow outline of a person as the sun slowly set and was almost fully down now and darkness consumed his house. "It's all in your head Victor...no body else is out there. But what if?" He thought to himself as he walked to the front door. Opening it, he went outside and closed the door. The sounds of Frogs crooking, the grasshoppers and Crickets chirped all around him. Sitting down on a chair that was two steps away from the door on the right side of the porch. He'd unsling his rifle and set it on his lap. Carefully looking, he could see a person coming towards him. Slowly raising up his rifle, he had the Iron sight set on dead center of the person's chest. Victor wasn't sure if this was a friendly or an enemy, but he wasn't going to take any risk at this point of time. Index finger rested on the trigger while watching this person coming towards him still. "Whoever you are, stop right there. Now, place your firearms onto the ground and tell me what you want? I've already had an unwanted guest attack me, I wouldn't want another incident to happen again. If you try anything, I'll drop you where you stand." But the sound of harsh growling was heard and realized what it really was. A bloody walker. Adjusting his aim, the Iron sight was now on it's head still walking towards him. Squeezing the trigger, the Scar H blasted off a single shot which echoed around. The head blew off with blood, skull and what was left of it's brains sprayed backwards making the body fall backwards. Whispering to himself. "Damn walkers...hope they are working on a cure or have teams out there killing them off." Sounds of movement was heard towards his right in the wood line that lead back to New Orleans. "Now this has to be someone from good Ol' New Orleans." Standing up, he fixed his gun aiming towards that direction.
But the feeling of someone or a few people watching the house began to eat at him. Then the sounds of combat began to ring inside his head. Running over to his medical bag, he grabbed a single pill that he had left of his PTSD Medicine and took it. Closing his eyes, he would wait for the medicine to kick in. After a while, it did finally kick in and the sounds of gun fire and people screaming died down. "Damn it...hate this..." Looking around again, he could see the shadow outline of a person as the sun slowly set and was almost fully down now and darkness consumed his house. "It's all in your head Victor...no body else is out there. But what if?" He thought to himself as he walked to the front door. Opening it, he went outside and closed the door. The sounds of Frogs crooking, the grasshoppers and Crickets chirped all around him. Sitting down on a chair that was two steps away from the door on the right side of the porch. He'd unsling his rifle and set it on his lap. Carefully looking, he could see a person coming towards him. Slowly raising up his rifle, he had the Iron sight set on dead center of the person's chest. Victor wasn't sure if this was a friendly or an enemy, but he wasn't going to take any risk at this point of time. Index finger rested on the trigger while watching this person coming towards him still. "Whoever you are, stop right there. Now, place your firearms onto the ground and tell me what you want? I've already had an unwanted guest attack me, I wouldn't want another incident to happen again. If you try anything, I'll drop you where you stand." But the sound of harsh growling was heard and realized what it really was. A bloody walker. Adjusting his aim, the Iron sight was now on it's head still walking towards him. Squeezing the trigger, the Scar H blasted off a single shot which echoed around. The head blew off with blood, skull and what was left of it's brains sprayed backwards making the body fall backwards. Whispering to himself. "Damn walkers...hope they are working on a cure or have teams out there killing them off." Sounds of movement was heard towards his right in the wood line that lead back to New Orleans. "Now this has to be someone from good Ol' New Orleans." Standing up, he fixed his gun aiming towards that direction.