One virus. Three weeks, people died and the dead rose... that one sentence is the only thing that went through Tys head as he wandered through the dead remains of a town, his shotgun on his shoulder as he peeked in a broken window of a house. Hello~! He called out in a phony cheerful voice. On the inside he was truly just bitter. All traces of his former happiness died alongside his wife and two kids when the virus struck. He pulled his head out, avoiding the glass as he stepped around to the door. He breathed in as he cocked back the side of his shotgun, loading a shell into its chamber. Okay.. Three... Two... One... BREACHING! He yelled. He kicked out, his boot connected with the door. Making it fly off its hinges into the houses inner dinning room. He walked in, no signs of infected. He sighed in relief. Leaning the gun back against his shoulder, he truly hated killing. But he had to too survive. He walked into the house, rummaging around. He found some shoes, no. He walked out of the living room into the kitchen. He immediately bagged two water bottles and some canned room. He decided to take the knives from the kitchen, dumping them into his back pack. He walked out into the living room again. He saw it, Bingo... There was a safe on the wall, a single smash from his shotguns butt knocked it open. Inside was some ammo for the 9mm he kept firmly on his hip. He put them into his pocket and some shotgun shells into his bandolieer for his shotgun. Good find. Thank god... he sighed (Closed rp between me Alexis Strange, Steven Brown and Aleysha Armstrong, if you want in message me.)
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 23:49:24 +0000
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