Post by john on May 31, 2011 23:44:48 GMT -5
Wandering through the streets of New York city late at night was dangerous enough in the past, now on the other hand... It was fucking ridiculous to see what was going on around him, this was unlike anything John had ever seen before. He’d been to hell and back so many times over, but this was just baffling to behold. People were running for their lives around him, the screams of despair and agony filling the atmosphere. Growling and hissing sounds were apparent just as well, behaviours and things he’d expect from animals but people? That was just fantasy in the making right before his eyes, he remembered seeing old zombie flicks back in the day but seeing it live was something else.
He still wasn’t too sure what these things were, they were like dogs with rabbis attacking other people without any warning or provocation. Mason hadn’t made it to the evacuation area in time, fact of the matter was, he hadn’t given enough importance to it. The former Special Forces operative just assumed the Military would take hold of the situation before it escalated, he had learned long ago not to give in to mass hysteria. Now as he walked through the streets of Brooklyn with his Glock in hand he hoped he had given in and run to the hill. It was with a sense of uneasiness that he treaded carefully through the pavement, looking everywhere around him with a keen eye.
The world had gone down the crapper right where he lived, of all the places where such a thing could occur it had to be in damned New York. The street lights illuminated the space around him, giving him a clear view on what was what in the vicinity. The sounds of people running echoed in the back alleys, his weapon swiftly pointed towards the direction of the sound as he heard it. A metal fence was in place and in the distance he could see a man hasting towards it, seemingly trying to escape from a few pursuers. Estevens had seen a lot of things in his past but nothing he’d ever gone through prepared him for what happened next. Just as this unknown person tried to climb over the fence one of these ‘things’ grabbed him by his ankle and pulled him down. It was with a sense of disgust and dread that he watched as the two others jumped onto the downed man, three people were eating another. One chewing on the throat, another going for the gut and the first one ripping pieces of the man’s leg.
Needless to say, there was a lot of screaming involved along with those grunts of satisfaction for a successful hunt. “For fuck’s sake...What the hell is going on?” John asked himself in an almost inaudible whisper. For a second he stood still, just gazing at the macabre scene before him. A trickle of sweat ran down his brow but he dared not to wipe it clean, so focused that he was on surviving this mess. Good thing he had packed a few of his belongings with him for this ‘joy’ ride. Regardless of that notion in retrospect, he knew he hadn’t packed enough, not in the slightest anyhow. He had heard some wild rumours he hoped weren’t true, this had started just a few days prior but gossips spread like wildfire in any area of the world. “Don’t get bit, John, whatever you do, don’t get bit...” he thought to himself as he silently continued on his way.
His goal was to reach some place safe but as time progressed he wondered if there would be any in the first place. On the back of his head the same question banged his consciousness relentlessly, “Why did I leave the basement?” It was safer than outside that was for sure, the reinforced steel door could withstand a lot of punishment, his body on the other hand could not. He might have grabbed his thickest clothing, some of which consisted of a leather coat and a trench coat in the vain hope it would be enough. Somehow he knew that if the odds played against him he would be overwhelmed, that clothing of his would be shredded to pieces as they gnawed on his corpse. Thank God for the Special Forces training, otherwise he would be freaking out to no end, probably drawing too much unwanted attention.
As he neared a corner he halted, allowing a few seconds to pass in order to ascertain if there were any movements or sounds around him. With a quick manoeuvre he positioned himself in a way that his gun would provide full coverage, but still give in some space between him and the wall. This was all about caution, he needed to play his cards right and not give his position away unless absolutely necessary. These creatures were faster than he would have liked, and just like any predatory animals they didn’t seem as they gave up that easily either. When suddenly he heard a shot in the distance his body tensed immediately, the screams of the dead were looming in. It was as if someone was ringing the bell of recess at school and all the hungry kids were running for their lives. With haste he hid behind a parked car, hoping none of these creatures would notice him.
The prospect of a meal alerted quite a few of them who flailed around towards their destination, not taking any hints as to his whereabouts. Still, the firing continued and now it was apparent that more than one firearm was being used. He should know, he had been trained to handle most weapons known to man so the sound they made had been engraved in his mind. Other survivors were probably fighting for their lives, he had no idea how many they were of if they were equipped to handle the flow of incoming undead but for some reason he had to inspect the situation. Taking a quick glimpse at his surroundings he took hold of his machete and walked as quickly as he could, trying not to make a sound as he did so. The firing intensified as he neared it, just around the corner he noticed a worn out building, quick flashes appearing on the windows revealing the shooters.
They were completely and utterly surrounded by the growing horde of creatures , no way of getting in from what he could gather from such a distance. Apparently it wouldn’t be on this moment that he’d get some help in finding exactly what was going on. A sigh of exasperation escaped his mouth, just wondering if he’d find anyone else in his travel outside of New York. Then out of the blue he heard a can being kicked around too close to home no less. His neck snapped to attention as he turned in its direction, one of the creatures running at him. With a Glock in his hand he could have stopped it right on its tracks but he had to be smarter than that. Some would have just assumed that the man around the corner had frozen right there and then but John wasn’t the regular Joe around the corner. With a carefully weighed motion and quick feet he sidestepped the jumping monster who crashed against the wall behind him.
Just as it touched the ground already the machete on his left hand was descending in an upwards motion towards its skull. The end result was clearly obvious as he darted through the streets, hoping nothing else had seen him and that the blow to the head had actually killed the...Whatever the fuck that thing was.
He still wasn’t too sure what these things were, they were like dogs with rabbis attacking other people without any warning or provocation. Mason hadn’t made it to the evacuation area in time, fact of the matter was, he hadn’t given enough importance to it. The former Special Forces operative just assumed the Military would take hold of the situation before it escalated, he had learned long ago not to give in to mass hysteria. Now as he walked through the streets of Brooklyn with his Glock in hand he hoped he had given in and run to the hill. It was with a sense of uneasiness that he treaded carefully through the pavement, looking everywhere around him with a keen eye.
The world had gone down the crapper right where he lived, of all the places where such a thing could occur it had to be in damned New York. The street lights illuminated the space around him, giving him a clear view on what was what in the vicinity. The sounds of people running echoed in the back alleys, his weapon swiftly pointed towards the direction of the sound as he heard it. A metal fence was in place and in the distance he could see a man hasting towards it, seemingly trying to escape from a few pursuers. Estevens had seen a lot of things in his past but nothing he’d ever gone through prepared him for what happened next. Just as this unknown person tried to climb over the fence one of these ‘things’ grabbed him by his ankle and pulled him down. It was with a sense of disgust and dread that he watched as the two others jumped onto the downed man, three people were eating another. One chewing on the throat, another going for the gut and the first one ripping pieces of the man’s leg.
Needless to say, there was a lot of screaming involved along with those grunts of satisfaction for a successful hunt. “For fuck’s sake...What the hell is going on?” John asked himself in an almost inaudible whisper. For a second he stood still, just gazing at the macabre scene before him. A trickle of sweat ran down his brow but he dared not to wipe it clean, so focused that he was on surviving this mess. Good thing he had packed a few of his belongings with him for this ‘joy’ ride. Regardless of that notion in retrospect, he knew he hadn’t packed enough, not in the slightest anyhow. He had heard some wild rumours he hoped weren’t true, this had started just a few days prior but gossips spread like wildfire in any area of the world. “Don’t get bit, John, whatever you do, don’t get bit...” he thought to himself as he silently continued on his way.
His goal was to reach some place safe but as time progressed he wondered if there would be any in the first place. On the back of his head the same question banged his consciousness relentlessly, “Why did I leave the basement?” It was safer than outside that was for sure, the reinforced steel door could withstand a lot of punishment, his body on the other hand could not. He might have grabbed his thickest clothing, some of which consisted of a leather coat and a trench coat in the vain hope it would be enough. Somehow he knew that if the odds played against him he would be overwhelmed, that clothing of his would be shredded to pieces as they gnawed on his corpse. Thank God for the Special Forces training, otherwise he would be freaking out to no end, probably drawing too much unwanted attention.
As he neared a corner he halted, allowing a few seconds to pass in order to ascertain if there were any movements or sounds around him. With a quick manoeuvre he positioned himself in a way that his gun would provide full coverage, but still give in some space between him and the wall. This was all about caution, he needed to play his cards right and not give his position away unless absolutely necessary. These creatures were faster than he would have liked, and just like any predatory animals they didn’t seem as they gave up that easily either. When suddenly he heard a shot in the distance his body tensed immediately, the screams of the dead were looming in. It was as if someone was ringing the bell of recess at school and all the hungry kids were running for their lives. With haste he hid behind a parked car, hoping none of these creatures would notice him.
The prospect of a meal alerted quite a few of them who flailed around towards their destination, not taking any hints as to his whereabouts. Still, the firing continued and now it was apparent that more than one firearm was being used. He should know, he had been trained to handle most weapons known to man so the sound they made had been engraved in his mind. Other survivors were probably fighting for their lives, he had no idea how many they were of if they were equipped to handle the flow of incoming undead but for some reason he had to inspect the situation. Taking a quick glimpse at his surroundings he took hold of his machete and walked as quickly as he could, trying not to make a sound as he did so. The firing intensified as he neared it, just around the corner he noticed a worn out building, quick flashes appearing on the windows revealing the shooters.
They were completely and utterly surrounded by the growing horde of creatures , no way of getting in from what he could gather from such a distance. Apparently it wouldn’t be on this moment that he’d get some help in finding exactly what was going on. A sigh of exasperation escaped his mouth, just wondering if he’d find anyone else in his travel outside of New York. Then out of the blue he heard a can being kicked around too close to home no less. His neck snapped to attention as he turned in its direction, one of the creatures running at him. With a Glock in his hand he could have stopped it right on its tracks but he had to be smarter than that. Some would have just assumed that the man around the corner had frozen right there and then but John wasn’t the regular Joe around the corner. With a carefully weighed motion and quick feet he sidestepped the jumping monster who crashed against the wall behind him.
Just as it touched the ground already the machete on his left hand was descending in an upwards motion towards its skull. The end result was clearly obvious as he darted through the streets, hoping nothing else had seen him and that the blow to the head had actually killed the...Whatever the fuck that thing was.