Post by Sarah Broughton on Oct 22, 2009 4:13:08 GMT -5
After a year on the run, being back in New York City was just plain weird. Even having been back for almost a month now, it was was still strange. Sarah still wasn't sure exactly why she was back. But somehow she'd found herself re-entering the city she'd once called home. It wasn't the home she remembered, bustling with people, lights always on, but neither was it the terrifying, chaotic city she'd escaped a year ago. True, there were zombies everywhere. New York was one of the most populated cities in the country, there were bound to be several thousand zombies lurking, but they were slow and they didn't make a noise if they weren't provoked.
Though on her travels she hadn't made many long term friends, she'd made several good contacts. One of whom was a man named Van who was quite skilled in making weapons fashioning. He was especially skilled in making reliable silencers which, as it turns out, is a pretty big advantage when you're trying to shoot the crap out of an undead horde without attracting a hundred more that may be in ear shot. So, in her short time with Van and his band of survivors, he had made her two silencers, one for the shotgun, and one for the rifle. For which she was extremely thankful.
When she had first returned to NYC, she had used her now silenced shot gun to rid the nearest apartment building of it's few zombies, destroyed the staircase leading to the first floor and made up some kind of rest point in a room on the top floor, stocking it with everything she could find on the other floors on the way. It seemed that everyone in the building had bolted... aside from the zombies that had remained... and not taken a whole lot with them. She found a lot of canned and dried food in the apartments. And that supply was lasting her pretty well considering a month had passed and she'd barely dented her stores. Maybe she was just getting used to rationing.
Today though was the one day a week she set aside for intentional zombie killing. Sarah made her way up to the roof of the building, double checking to make sure no zombies had somehow found their way up there, and then went about setting up her gun at the edge of the building. She hadn't managed to acquire any kind of fancy stand for the hunting rifle, but she had a steady hand, and if she rested it against the mini concrete wall surrounding the roof, Sarah was able to hold the gun relatively still. The telescopic site she did have though, it was kept with the gun as she had often used it when deer hunting with her father. So, all it took to kill a few zombies was good aim and a strong trigger finger, both of which she had.
Sarah watched intently through the site, looking for any sign of undeadness. Movement was usually a good sign... despite the size of the city and the length of time she'd been back and watching from the room of her new apartment building, she hadn't found any survivors. Maybe it was the location... or her general lack of socialising, because she knew that realistically speaking there should be more living people in the city. So, just to be sure, Sarah didn't shoot the first thing that moved, despite the fact that so far 100% of the time the first thing that moved was a zombie. Instead, she made sure the movement as zombie related and, when it was, got it in the head before it could even make a noise.
She was waiting for quite some time, and had been contemplating making some kind of distraction to attract the attention of a few undead when something shuffled into view. "Well hello there," she said, examining the zombie from her safe place on the roof. Once upon a time it had been a girl about her age, now it was a stumbling mess of rotting flesh and exposed entrails. Half of her face was missing so it was difficult to tell if Sarah had once known the girl, one of her feet was also missing so she dragged her right leg behind her, being unable to use it properly. There was once a time where a sight like this would have terrified her. She would have screamed, had nightmares for a week, maybe even vomited. But now, Sarah merely took a breath, aimed, and pulled the trigger, watching as the zombie fell to the ground, and didn't get back up. A perfect headshot. "Here zombie, zombie, zombie," she muttered, reloading the rifle.
Though on her travels she hadn't made many long term friends, she'd made several good contacts. One of whom was a man named Van who was quite skilled in making weapons fashioning. He was especially skilled in making reliable silencers which, as it turns out, is a pretty big advantage when you're trying to shoot the crap out of an undead horde without attracting a hundred more that may be in ear shot. So, in her short time with Van and his band of survivors, he had made her two silencers, one for the shotgun, and one for the rifle. For which she was extremely thankful.
When she had first returned to NYC, she had used her now silenced shot gun to rid the nearest apartment building of it's few zombies, destroyed the staircase leading to the first floor and made up some kind of rest point in a room on the top floor, stocking it with everything she could find on the other floors on the way. It seemed that everyone in the building had bolted... aside from the zombies that had remained... and not taken a whole lot with them. She found a lot of canned and dried food in the apartments. And that supply was lasting her pretty well considering a month had passed and she'd barely dented her stores. Maybe she was just getting used to rationing.
Today though was the one day a week she set aside for intentional zombie killing. Sarah made her way up to the roof of the building, double checking to make sure no zombies had somehow found their way up there, and then went about setting up her gun at the edge of the building. She hadn't managed to acquire any kind of fancy stand for the hunting rifle, but she had a steady hand, and if she rested it against the mini concrete wall surrounding the roof, Sarah was able to hold the gun relatively still. The telescopic site she did have though, it was kept with the gun as she had often used it when deer hunting with her father. So, all it took to kill a few zombies was good aim and a strong trigger finger, both of which she had.
Sarah watched intently through the site, looking for any sign of undeadness. Movement was usually a good sign... despite the size of the city and the length of time she'd been back and watching from the room of her new apartment building, she hadn't found any survivors. Maybe it was the location... or her general lack of socialising, because she knew that realistically speaking there should be more living people in the city. So, just to be sure, Sarah didn't shoot the first thing that moved, despite the fact that so far 100% of the time the first thing that moved was a zombie. Instead, she made sure the movement as zombie related and, when it was, got it in the head before it could even make a noise.
She was waiting for quite some time, and had been contemplating making some kind of distraction to attract the attention of a few undead when something shuffled into view. "Well hello there," she said, examining the zombie from her safe place on the roof. Once upon a time it had been a girl about her age, now it was a stumbling mess of rotting flesh and exposed entrails. Half of her face was missing so it was difficult to tell if Sarah had once known the girl, one of her feet was also missing so she dragged her right leg behind her, being unable to use it properly. There was once a time where a sight like this would have terrified her. She would have screamed, had nightmares for a week, maybe even vomited. But now, Sarah merely took a breath, aimed, and pulled the trigger, watching as the zombie fell to the ground, and didn't get back up. A perfect headshot. "Here zombie, zombie, zombie," she muttered, reloading the rifle.
