zeth made me do it
Chapter 2
By Vlad!
Fuck, I Suck at Coming Up with Names and Titles
As she was closing the door, Caley stopped for a moment and remembered she was still dressed in her nightclothes. With a sigh, she turned around and stepped back into her ruined home. Avoiding looking at the mess that used to be her husband, she stepped back towards her bedroom and picked out some attire more befitting the occasion. Reaching way back into the closet she pulled out some combat boots. Rummaging around some more she found a pair of jeans, a comfy t-shirt, and the leather vest her husband wore as part of his “crazy guy with lots of guns” Halloween costume. She figured that if she came across more guns, she would have a place to put them.
More appropriately dressed for the occasion of the Zombie Apocalypse, she returned to the front door and left into the chaos. She thought for a moment about getting into her car and driving out of town, but quickly discarded that idea. If the roads were this bad here in her suburban neighborhood, she could only imagine the chaos that was the highway. She paused, observed the carnage around her, and thought about where to go.
The mall? No, too cliché. My best bet would probably be the small airfield about twenty miles out of town. Thank God for the flying lessons! I can steal a small plane and fly as far as I can; hopefully not every city has been overrun by these…things.
The catch with her plan was that the airfield was to the north, and she lived on the south side. This meant a long trek through what was very likely filled with the walking dead and the dying. With a shrug, she flipped her hair over her shoulders and began walking.
For the most part, she avoided fighting with the zombies when she could. No need to waste ammo or risk getting bitten with mêlée combat. Sometimes, she was forced to fight though. Moving through some alleys, she walked right into the outstretched arms of two zombies, with three more right behind them. Without thinking, Caley leapt and did a somersault kick, knocking the two closest back into the arms of their brothers. As she landed, she whipped the shotgun up to face the five, and let loose a blast. All five staggered back, and the foremost one fell to the ground after taking a step forward. Gritting her teeth, she took a couple steps forward and closed the gap to where she was nearly in their arms again. Again, she fired, but this time aiming upwards just a tad. She was rewarded with a fountain of gore as two heads exploded from the blast, and the remaining two fell backwards and stopped their infernal moaning and ceased moving.
With a grim grin, Caley pressed on past the corpses, being more careful about rounding corners. She noted that the sky was beginning to darken; night was already approaching. A whole day’s worth of travel, and yet she had barely made any progress thanks to the hordes of the undead she had to be careful to avoid. She thought about her surroundings. Caley had nearly made it to downtown, just another two blocks and she would be there. Once there, there would be plenty of building with offices not on ground floor where she could lock herself in and hopefully get some rest.
Caley set off again, with her new destination in mind. As she walked through the ever-darkening alley, the streetlights came on, giving her a bit of illumination to work with. Making her way down the alley, she noticed a blonde haired man at the end. Edging closer quietly, she tried to see if the man was alive or undead. As she got closer, she recognized him; he was the same man who had decapitated the guitar-wielding zombie. She frowned a bit at this memory, that guitar player had been a good friend. Always a laugh, dependable, and good looking, to boot. Caley had had idle thoughts of “If only I wasn’t married” a couple of times.
As she got closer, the man turned around. Instead of looking into his face to see if he was a zombie or not, she was distracted by something on his chest; he had what appeared to be an AK strapped to him, and a couple small pistols tucked into his belt. Regaining her senses, she looked up into his eyes and saw the familiar glazed over look that all the zombies had. Of course, she had seen the same look in the faces of a few morons she had at work, but all doubts were soon dispelled as the man let out a low moan, and began to shamble in her direction.
Well, this will give me a chance to get even with him for killing my friend, she mused. Plus, those guns will be a nice boon.
She got the shotgun ready to blow the poor fool away. However, before she got her chance, one of the shadows behind the zombie moved. There was a flash of knives, and the next thing Caley knew the zombie’s head was rolling to rest next to the large dumpster. As the body began falling, the figure grabbed the AK and pulled it free. He shouted “Væ victus!” and then vanished into the shadows of the far end of the alley and vanished.
Well, at least there are still those two pistols. She moved forward and liberated her new prizes from the dead man’s belt. Hmm, a Desert Eagle and a Colt S.A.A. Not bad taste. And an extra clip for the deagle, very good.
She holstered her new finds into her husband’s vest. She turned towards downtown, and began walking again. Within a few, amazingly zombie free, minutes, she arrived. Skyscrapers surrounded her. Any one of them would likely have some offices where she could lock herself in and have a few hours peace waiting for dawn to come. There were plenty to choose from, but one caught her eye. With a weary walk, she moved towards her choice. She kicked open the doors, swept the lobby with her shotgun, and found it empty. She found the stairwell and began climbing.
If there were a building that will have a nice big comfy office for me, it’ll be the Parasol Corp. building.
Ho ho, take that, Zeth! I put clothes on your harlot! And made myself out to be awesome! And killed you good!
By Vlad!
Fuck, I Suck at Coming Up with Names and Titles
As she was closing the door, Caley stopped for a moment and remembered she was still dressed in her nightclothes. With a sigh, she turned around and stepped back into her ruined home. Avoiding looking at the mess that used to be her husband, she stepped back towards her bedroom and picked out some attire more befitting the occasion. Reaching way back into the closet she pulled out some combat boots. Rummaging around some more she found a pair of jeans, a comfy t-shirt, and the leather vest her husband wore as part of his “crazy guy with lots of guns” Halloween costume. She figured that if she came across more guns, she would have a place to put them.
More appropriately dressed for the occasion of the Zombie Apocalypse, she returned to the front door and left into the chaos. She thought for a moment about getting into her car and driving out of town, but quickly discarded that idea. If the roads were this bad here in her suburban neighborhood, she could only imagine the chaos that was the highway. She paused, observed the carnage around her, and thought about where to go.
The mall? No, too cliché. My best bet would probably be the small airfield about twenty miles out of town. Thank God for the flying lessons! I can steal a small plane and fly as far as I can; hopefully not every city has been overrun by these…things.
The catch with her plan was that the airfield was to the north, and she lived on the south side. This meant a long trek through what was very likely filled with the walking dead and the dying. With a shrug, she flipped her hair over her shoulders and began walking.
For the most part, she avoided fighting with the zombies when she could. No need to waste ammo or risk getting bitten with mêlée combat. Sometimes, she was forced to fight though. Moving through some alleys, she walked right into the outstretched arms of two zombies, with three more right behind them. Without thinking, Caley leapt and did a somersault kick, knocking the two closest back into the arms of their brothers. As she landed, she whipped the shotgun up to face the five, and let loose a blast. All five staggered back, and the foremost one fell to the ground after taking a step forward. Gritting her teeth, she took a couple steps forward and closed the gap to where she was nearly in their arms again. Again, she fired, but this time aiming upwards just a tad. She was rewarded with a fountain of gore as two heads exploded from the blast, and the remaining two fell backwards and stopped their infernal moaning and ceased moving.
With a grim grin, Caley pressed on past the corpses, being more careful about rounding corners. She noted that the sky was beginning to darken; night was already approaching. A whole day’s worth of travel, and yet she had barely made any progress thanks to the hordes of the undead she had to be careful to avoid. She thought about her surroundings. Caley had nearly made it to downtown, just another two blocks and she would be there. Once there, there would be plenty of building with offices not on ground floor where she could lock herself in and hopefully get some rest.
Caley set off again, with her new destination in mind. As she walked through the ever-darkening alley, the streetlights came on, giving her a bit of illumination to work with. Making her way down the alley, she noticed a blonde haired man at the end. Edging closer quietly, she tried to see if the man was alive or undead. As she got closer, she recognized him; he was the same man who had decapitated the guitar-wielding zombie. She frowned a bit at this memory, that guitar player had been a good friend. Always a laugh, dependable, and good looking, to boot. Caley had had idle thoughts of “If only I wasn’t married” a couple of times.
As she got closer, the man turned around. Instead of looking into his face to see if he was a zombie or not, she was distracted by something on his chest; he had what appeared to be an AK strapped to him, and a couple small pistols tucked into his belt. Regaining her senses, she looked up into his eyes and saw the familiar glazed over look that all the zombies had. Of course, she had seen the same look in the faces of a few morons she had at work, but all doubts were soon dispelled as the man let out a low moan, and began to shamble in her direction.
Well, this will give me a chance to get even with him for killing my friend, she mused. Plus, those guns will be a nice boon.
She got the shotgun ready to blow the poor fool away. However, before she got her chance, one of the shadows behind the zombie moved. There was a flash of knives, and the next thing Caley knew the zombie’s head was rolling to rest next to the large dumpster. As the body began falling, the figure grabbed the AK and pulled it free. He shouted “Væ victus!” and then vanished into the shadows of the far end of the alley and vanished.
Well, at least there are still those two pistols. She moved forward and liberated her new prizes from the dead man’s belt. Hmm, a Desert Eagle and a Colt S.A.A. Not bad taste. And an extra clip for the deagle, very good.
She holstered her new finds into her husband’s vest. She turned towards downtown, and began walking again. Within a few, amazingly zombie free, minutes, she arrived. Skyscrapers surrounded her. Any one of them would likely have some offices where she could lock herself in and have a few hours peace waiting for dawn to come. There were plenty to choose from, but one caught her eye. With a weary walk, she moved towards her choice. She kicked open the doors, swept the lobby with her shotgun, and found it empty. She found the stairwell and began climbing.
If there were a building that will have a nice big comfy office for me, it’ll be the Parasol Corp. building.
Ho ho, take that, Zeth! I put clothes on your harlot! And made myself out to be awesome! And killed you good!