Post by tiphis on May 16, 2011 8:02:21 GMT -5
Good old New York City was always good for a suprise on the streets of what you'd see. A dancing cowboy, a blind sword fighter, even an old cross dresser. But that was what you expect on your day to day basis in Manhatten. But Nathan wasn't in Manhatten and even if he was, this would of taken best prize in freaky shit.
He crouched behind the stump of an older apartment building that seemed to liter the area know as The Southern Bronx and by the looks of things, a lot of people hadn't made it out to the evacuation. He could be counted among them, but that was fine, he wasn't headed towards one anyways. Nathan had seen movies, knew what could of happened in a large population of people all commute to one area. Lots of death, lots of blood, whole lotta new zombies. So he'd stick with his original plan... Well Alex's plan.
As he took another look over the stump. There were five of the things just milling around beside a flipped over car, and then a bout a dozen more sprinkled throughout the road. He knew the pink lady was nearby, had to be. If not he'd be shit out of luck. He was hoping to trade his AK for the shotgun he knew the bar owner had underneath. If it was still there that was.
"AHHHHHHH!"
A blood curtailing scream filled the night air and in one movement the infected all slowly turned their heads towards the sound and shambled, roamed, or crawled their way towards it. Nate bit his lip looking towards where the sound was. "There isn't anything you can do Nate, going to help would only get you killed, focus on the goal. Gun, get out, gun, get out. That is all.
Another one filled the air but this time followed by an explosion. Someone must have filpped a car or something. But that was all he was gonna need. Keeping low he moved to a car still parked on the side. It's meter up for far to long now. Of coarse things like that wouldn't matter now. Not much would matter anymore except surviving. But that was something Nate was good at, he was a fighter, a survivor. But surviving also meant seeing those closest to you perish.
He shook the thoughts from his bald head as he slid over the hood of the car and made his way across the street into a nearby alley way. Jumping over piles of trash the undead must have all been attracted to the sound cause he hadn't ran into one yet. Exiting the alley he learned to keep his thoughts to himself from now on.
He had found the pink lady, and a whole lotta undead folk eating on dead folk. He looked down at his black leather shoes and sighed. He only had five shots left and needed to get across the street, into the alley, through the back door, and into the bar. Even just saying it sounded hard. Oh and did he forget to mention not get eaten by the horde of zombie's.
Looking around he had a crazy idea, and if it worked, well then he'd still be alive, if not he'd have to run like hell and hope to see the sunrise again. How long had he been awake now anyways? Three, maybe four days straight. He'd have to crash in another day or two. Thank the marine's for hell weeks.
He took the rifle from its strap and placed the butt against his shoulder. Kneeling he looked through the red dotted scope and saw his mark. It was an escalade, one of those fancy one's, and hopefully it had an alarm system on it. He took a deep breath before holding it to steady his shot.
Bang!
The shot rang through the alleyway and slowly the undead stopped their feeding, some of the dead, now moving about on their own, crawling with their arms due to their legs being somewhere else. Slowly they moved towards Nate.
Ting......WEEWOOWEEEWOOO, ERRRRR WOO WOO WOO WOO. the alarm sounded off, echoing through the streets and alleys. Nate held the Rifle ready to shoot the few close by if they didn't turn. 'Come on! Take the bait! take it! He thought to himself, sweat beads rolling down the side of his forehead and over his temple. The one nearby, a women with her jaw missing and her arm barely hanging by a piece of flesh was the closest to him, ten yards maybe. Paused looking straight at Nate. He stood perfectly still, or as still as he could manage with the rifle aimed at her head, before she turned and headed towards the car.
Thank you![/color] He thought to himself as he waited a few moments for the herd of undead to move down the lane. When he deemed it was clear he jumped up and slung the rifle's strap over his shoulder and went to jump over the car in front of him. As he did so he froze.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP WOOOO WOOOOO BEEP BEEP The cars alarm system went off. Looking up his eyes large with fear, real fear as a part of the horde turned and looked at him. Each opening their mouths to let out a growl, well if they had mouths that is.
Turning Nate sprinted as fast as he could to the front door of the pink lady. The door's entrance was still intact and he hoped to god that it wasn't barricaded. Jumping over a fallen sign he slammed into the door frame looking back watching a few of the undead running, or shambling towards him.
Grasping the door handle he pulled with all his might. "OPEN UP DAMN IT!" He yelled at the door as if it would listen. He pulled and pulled with everything he could while looking back to see them getting closer and closer. He let out a loud grunt as the lock of the door burst open as he pulled it. Forcing the deadbolt to bend just slightly. Nate himself shocked. He had read that in high stress situations, adrenaline could make a women have the ability to lift up the back end of a bus.
With the door open he quickly turned himself inside and pulled the door closed behind him. Claws and banging could be heard against the steel door. But with the deadbolt bent, it wouldn't hold long, he needed to get what he came for and leave.
Walking down the hallway which was still lit with neon lights he turned the corner to see about four of them walking around the gentlemen club. That meant they had gotten in and that the shotgun was either used, or gone. Picking up his rifle he let out four shots. Each one aiming for a different one's head.
The blond and a man in a polo shirt went down as brain matter exited their heads. While a red head in a inappropriate sailors outfit took a shot to the shoulder knocking her down and a large man, perhaps the bouncer took one in the neck. Still slowly walking this way. Grabbing the barrel of the gun Nate swung it like a base ball bat breaking the butt of the gun on the mans head, causing a splatter of red to exit.
The women slowly got up as Nate took his rifle and threw it at her. Hoping to knock her down. No such luck. Running over he jumped up onto the stage and off to the bar and grabbed a stool before turning and whacking her in the face as she lunged at him. She lay still on the ground but Nate flipped the stool so the seat was facing down and with all his strength used it as a crusher.
Nathan let out a heavy sigh as he leaned back against the bar. His brow heavy with sweat. He was about to relax when he heard the pounding on the door getting louder and louder.
That was right, he was on a mission, find the shot gun. Looking around the bar now he could see that three, maybe four shots had been fired, but that was it. And with out his AK now, he was really in need of a firearm. Thats when he saw it. Under a bare leg that had seen better days.
Walking over he removed the leg and picked it up. He checked to see how many rounds were still in it. Three rounds left. There had to be more in here some where, and by the sounds of it, that door was gonna be gone in a minute or two. He'd have to do a quick search of behind the bar and in the office.
He vaulted over and quickly scanned the bar, there he found a box of shells and slid it open four more, he looked towards the office and shook his head, he'd have to make due with seven rounds. He'd need to make them count. Shoving them in his jean pockets he headed for the rear door and to his next destination.
He wasn't gonna lie, as scary as this was, he was kinda enjoying himself.
He crouched behind the stump of an older apartment building that seemed to liter the area know as The Southern Bronx and by the looks of things, a lot of people hadn't made it out to the evacuation. He could be counted among them, but that was fine, he wasn't headed towards one anyways. Nathan had seen movies, knew what could of happened in a large population of people all commute to one area. Lots of death, lots of blood, whole lotta new zombies. So he'd stick with his original plan... Well Alex's plan.
As he took another look over the stump. There were five of the things just milling around beside a flipped over car, and then a bout a dozen more sprinkled throughout the road. He knew the pink lady was nearby, had to be. If not he'd be shit out of luck. He was hoping to trade his AK for the shotgun he knew the bar owner had underneath. If it was still there that was.
"AHHHHHHH!"
A blood curtailing scream filled the night air and in one movement the infected all slowly turned their heads towards the sound and shambled, roamed, or crawled their way towards it. Nate bit his lip looking towards where the sound was. "There isn't anything you can do Nate, going to help would only get you killed, focus on the goal. Gun, get out, gun, get out. That is all.
Another one filled the air but this time followed by an explosion. Someone must have filpped a car or something. But that was all he was gonna need. Keeping low he moved to a car still parked on the side. It's meter up for far to long now. Of coarse things like that wouldn't matter now. Not much would matter anymore except surviving. But that was something Nate was good at, he was a fighter, a survivor. But surviving also meant seeing those closest to you perish.
He shook the thoughts from his bald head as he slid over the hood of the car and made his way across the street into a nearby alley way. Jumping over piles of trash the undead must have all been attracted to the sound cause he hadn't ran into one yet. Exiting the alley he learned to keep his thoughts to himself from now on.
He had found the pink lady, and a whole lotta undead folk eating on dead folk. He looked down at his black leather shoes and sighed. He only had five shots left and needed to get across the street, into the alley, through the back door, and into the bar. Even just saying it sounded hard. Oh and did he forget to mention not get eaten by the horde of zombie's.
Looking around he had a crazy idea, and if it worked, well then he'd still be alive, if not he'd have to run like hell and hope to see the sunrise again. How long had he been awake now anyways? Three, maybe four days straight. He'd have to crash in another day or two. Thank the marine's for hell weeks.
He took the rifle from its strap and placed the butt against his shoulder. Kneeling he looked through the red dotted scope and saw his mark. It was an escalade, one of those fancy one's, and hopefully it had an alarm system on it. He took a deep breath before holding it to steady his shot.
Bang!
The shot rang through the alleyway and slowly the undead stopped their feeding, some of the dead, now moving about on their own, crawling with their arms due to their legs being somewhere else. Slowly they moved towards Nate.
Ting......WEEWOOWEEEWOOO, ERRRRR WOO WOO WOO WOO. the alarm sounded off, echoing through the streets and alleys. Nate held the Rifle ready to shoot the few close by if they didn't turn. 'Come on! Take the bait! take it! He thought to himself, sweat beads rolling down the side of his forehead and over his temple. The one nearby, a women with her jaw missing and her arm barely hanging by a piece of flesh was the closest to him, ten yards maybe. Paused looking straight at Nate. He stood perfectly still, or as still as he could manage with the rifle aimed at her head, before she turned and headed towards the car.
Thank you![/color] He thought to himself as he waited a few moments for the herd of undead to move down the lane. When he deemed it was clear he jumped up and slung the rifle's strap over his shoulder and went to jump over the car in front of him. As he did so he froze.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP WOOOO WOOOOO BEEP BEEP The cars alarm system went off. Looking up his eyes large with fear, real fear as a part of the horde turned and looked at him. Each opening their mouths to let out a growl, well if they had mouths that is.
Turning Nate sprinted as fast as he could to the front door of the pink lady. The door's entrance was still intact and he hoped to god that it wasn't barricaded. Jumping over a fallen sign he slammed into the door frame looking back watching a few of the undead running, or shambling towards him.
Grasping the door handle he pulled with all his might. "OPEN UP DAMN IT!" He yelled at the door as if it would listen. He pulled and pulled with everything he could while looking back to see them getting closer and closer. He let out a loud grunt as the lock of the door burst open as he pulled it. Forcing the deadbolt to bend just slightly. Nate himself shocked. He had read that in high stress situations, adrenaline could make a women have the ability to lift up the back end of a bus.
With the door open he quickly turned himself inside and pulled the door closed behind him. Claws and banging could be heard against the steel door. But with the deadbolt bent, it wouldn't hold long, he needed to get what he came for and leave.
Walking down the hallway which was still lit with neon lights he turned the corner to see about four of them walking around the gentlemen club. That meant they had gotten in and that the shotgun was either used, or gone. Picking up his rifle he let out four shots. Each one aiming for a different one's head.
The blond and a man in a polo shirt went down as brain matter exited their heads. While a red head in a inappropriate sailors outfit took a shot to the shoulder knocking her down and a large man, perhaps the bouncer took one in the neck. Still slowly walking this way. Grabbing the barrel of the gun Nate swung it like a base ball bat breaking the butt of the gun on the mans head, causing a splatter of red to exit.
The women slowly got up as Nate took his rifle and threw it at her. Hoping to knock her down. No such luck. Running over he jumped up onto the stage and off to the bar and grabbed a stool before turning and whacking her in the face as she lunged at him. She lay still on the ground but Nate flipped the stool so the seat was facing down and with all his strength used it as a crusher.
Nathan let out a heavy sigh as he leaned back against the bar. His brow heavy with sweat. He was about to relax when he heard the pounding on the door getting louder and louder.
That was right, he was on a mission, find the shot gun. Looking around the bar now he could see that three, maybe four shots had been fired, but that was it. And with out his AK now, he was really in need of a firearm. Thats when he saw it. Under a bare leg that had seen better days.
Walking over he removed the leg and picked it up. He checked to see how many rounds were still in it. Three rounds left. There had to be more in here some where, and by the sounds of it, that door was gonna be gone in a minute or two. He'd have to do a quick search of behind the bar and in the office.
He vaulted over and quickly scanned the bar, there he found a box of shells and slid it open four more, he looked towards the office and shook his head, he'd have to make due with seven rounds. He'd need to make them count. Shoving them in his jean pockets he headed for the rear door and to his next destination.
He wasn't gonna lie, as scary as this was, he was kinda enjoying himself.