Post by Casey Adams on Jan 29, 2010 3:07:35 GMT -5
Don't stop, don't stop, keep running, don't stop!
This had become his mantra in their new zombified world. Casey was currently applying it while running through the once beautiful Central Park. What had once been a beautiful landscape had now become a field with nowhere to hide from the dead, soulless eyes that followed him. Normally the shambling corpses weren't an issue. It was the roaming packs of wild dogs that were on him today. Driven by hunger, they either sniffed his meager rations in his backpack or thought he himself was a suitable meal. Either way, Casey knew he had to lose them. Thin stomachs, under matted, mangy fur, snarling lips curled up revealing sharp teeth that snapped at him when they got close. His heart hammering his chest, lungs burning all driven by the motivation to stay alive.
There's gotta be somewhere I can lose them or something to fight them off.
His eyes scanned the park looking for anything, but all he saw were zombies and trees to wide to climb with branches to high up to reach. His only chance was the fence at the end of the park and the hope it was to tight for the dogs to slip through. He saw it ahead, steel chainlink never looked so beautiful. With a final burst of energy he leapt as high as he could on the fence. Pulling himself quickly to the top he let his breath catch up with him. He looked down as the pack leapt and snapped at him. He took stock of himself as he sat on that fence overlooking the park on one side and the broad city street on the other. His shirt was torn open at the chest with scratches covering his arms and face. He had to run through bushes at one point, turns out it was a thorn bush. He lightly descended the fence down on to the street side. With a wave to the dogs he took off down a side street trying to avoid unwanted attention.
For such a large city, I would've thought there'd be more survivors.
He passed several stores but they all had occupants until he got to one that looked ok. Picking up a chunk of concrete off the sidewalk he stepped inside. He looked around the clothing shop for any movement but nothing was there.
"Hello?", the sound echoed through the shop. Still nothing. He moved into the store making sure to stay out of sight of the window. He tore his shirt off revealing what had once been a tan, muscular chest that had become a pale, dirty, skinny body. He still had muscle tone but nothing like before the dead had risen. All his time was spent playing sports, working out, hanging with friends and of course enjoying his favorite past time, girls. That was until the reports came out of China and his parents sent him overseas to live with his brother to avoid the disease.
"So much for that", he thought to himself. He found a black t-shirt in his size and slipped it on. He sat down and cracked open one of his precious water bottles, sipping it slowly. He decided to finish up the other half of the granola bar he'd had for breakfast.
SMASH!
The sound startled him but he kept calm. If he'd been seen they would've been on him. He sealed the bottle and shoved it into his bag. Carefully rising to his feet he looked around. One of the creatures had come out of the back room and knocked over a register. Unfortunately it attracted attention as the front door opened to let in more of the monsters. At this rate they'd corner him in no time. Thinking quickly he took off running towards the large front window. With all his strength he threw the piece of concrete and watched as the window shattered before him. Keeping his stride he leapt through the raining glass and landed on the sidewalk outside. Of course everything within a square block had heard him. He had the advantage of speed though. Before the zombies could register that food was running away he was down an alley, across a street, and up another block. He needed a place for the night as the sun began to set. His mind drifting to happier times, he could only hope for things to improve as his feet moved beneath him.
This had become his mantra in their new zombified world. Casey was currently applying it while running through the once beautiful Central Park. What had once been a beautiful landscape had now become a field with nowhere to hide from the dead, soulless eyes that followed him. Normally the shambling corpses weren't an issue. It was the roaming packs of wild dogs that were on him today. Driven by hunger, they either sniffed his meager rations in his backpack or thought he himself was a suitable meal. Either way, Casey knew he had to lose them. Thin stomachs, under matted, mangy fur, snarling lips curled up revealing sharp teeth that snapped at him when they got close. His heart hammering his chest, lungs burning all driven by the motivation to stay alive.
There's gotta be somewhere I can lose them or something to fight them off.
His eyes scanned the park looking for anything, but all he saw were zombies and trees to wide to climb with branches to high up to reach. His only chance was the fence at the end of the park and the hope it was to tight for the dogs to slip through. He saw it ahead, steel chainlink never looked so beautiful. With a final burst of energy he leapt as high as he could on the fence. Pulling himself quickly to the top he let his breath catch up with him. He looked down as the pack leapt and snapped at him. He took stock of himself as he sat on that fence overlooking the park on one side and the broad city street on the other. His shirt was torn open at the chest with scratches covering his arms and face. He had to run through bushes at one point, turns out it was a thorn bush. He lightly descended the fence down on to the street side. With a wave to the dogs he took off down a side street trying to avoid unwanted attention.
For such a large city, I would've thought there'd be more survivors.
He passed several stores but they all had occupants until he got to one that looked ok. Picking up a chunk of concrete off the sidewalk he stepped inside. He looked around the clothing shop for any movement but nothing was there.
"Hello?", the sound echoed through the shop. Still nothing. He moved into the store making sure to stay out of sight of the window. He tore his shirt off revealing what had once been a tan, muscular chest that had become a pale, dirty, skinny body. He still had muscle tone but nothing like before the dead had risen. All his time was spent playing sports, working out, hanging with friends and of course enjoying his favorite past time, girls. That was until the reports came out of China and his parents sent him overseas to live with his brother to avoid the disease.
"So much for that", he thought to himself. He found a black t-shirt in his size and slipped it on. He sat down and cracked open one of his precious water bottles, sipping it slowly. He decided to finish up the other half of the granola bar he'd had for breakfast.
SMASH!
The sound startled him but he kept calm. If he'd been seen they would've been on him. He sealed the bottle and shoved it into his bag. Carefully rising to his feet he looked around. One of the creatures had come out of the back room and knocked over a register. Unfortunately it attracted attention as the front door opened to let in more of the monsters. At this rate they'd corner him in no time. Thinking quickly he took off running towards the large front window. With all his strength he threw the piece of concrete and watched as the window shattered before him. Keeping his stride he leapt through the raining glass and landed on the sidewalk outside. Of course everything within a square block had heard him. He had the advantage of speed though. Before the zombies could register that food was running away he was down an alley, across a street, and up another block. He needed a place for the night as the sun began to set. His mind drifting to happier times, he could only hope for things to improve as his feet moved beneath him.
