Post by Cloud on Apr 11, 2013 8:18:53 GMT -5
"Oh that old thing? It's an American classic, this one being special in particular." He pulled the rifle away from her slowly.
"80% Crafted steel, 20% heart." He said, smiling. "I've taken out my fair share of the undead with this, you can imagine what my homemade shells will do to the poor bastards!" He handed it back to her.
"Enough of that for the moment, we have to come up with a plan..." He looked around and grabbed a map, located underneath some old books. "I heard a transmission come in the other day from an emergency AM station. You can imagine that the person is dead now, but scavenging is something we have to do to survive. The coordinates are..." He looked closely at the corner of his map.
"Well... a few blocks down." He said, ignoring the numbers. "You never know what you could find until you look, and we need a building to hold out in anyway. I don't think that we can stand in a tent, and your house is out of the equation now that it's tainted with so much blood." He hands her a bottle of a green colored liquid. "This will get the scent off of you, so I would wipe yourself down with it. I'll wait outside." He stood, taking off his jacket and instead putting on a new one with more pockets.
I hope there is still someone alive. If they had survived this long, it's not an impossible thought.
(Alright, here is what is going to happen. Brittany can start her characters thought after Angelic posts. This will add a new layer, and eventually overlap.)
"80% Crafted steel, 20% heart." He said, smiling. "I've taken out my fair share of the undead with this, you can imagine what my homemade shells will do to the poor bastards!" He handed it back to her.
"Enough of that for the moment, we have to come up with a plan..." He looked around and grabbed a map, located underneath some old books. "I heard a transmission come in the other day from an emergency AM station. You can imagine that the person is dead now, but scavenging is something we have to do to survive. The coordinates are..." He looked closely at the corner of his map.
"Well... a few blocks down." He said, ignoring the numbers. "You never know what you could find until you look, and we need a building to hold out in anyway. I don't think that we can stand in a tent, and your house is out of the equation now that it's tainted with so much blood." He hands her a bottle of a green colored liquid. "This will get the scent off of you, so I would wipe yourself down with it. I'll wait outside." He stood, taking off his jacket and instead putting on a new one with more pockets.
I hope there is still someone alive. If they had survived this long, it's not an impossible thought.
(Alright, here is what is going to happen. Brittany can start her characters thought after Angelic posts. This will add a new layer, and eventually overlap.)
