Post by Bill Liden on May 12, 2009 2:49:54 GMT
I sat up slowly; my body ached, and my memory blank. Where was I? How did I get here? And the more important question, why was I still in my SWAT uniform? I gazed around the area, staring at the individual spatters of blood and each bullet hole that riddled the sparsely parked cars. My immediate reaction was of fear; I was all alone, and no clue how I got there was left. So, instinctively I reached for my sidearm... Which was gone. Shit.
| + | :: Bill Liden :: | + |
Hello?
I bellowed into the empty area, using a broken down taxi as a crutch to stand. I cupped my hands to my mouth, hoping it'd magnify the sound as I chanted again.
| + | :: Bill Liden :: | + |
Hello?
Still no answer, and once again, shit. Once I realized that there wasn't a person in sight, I tore my bullet proof vest from my body in case I had to take off fast. I was left quite vulnerable; a simple SWAT t-shirt, my navy blue cargo pants, and my black, leather shin-high boots. I figured I was close to the end, but I was going to try and formulate a plan anyways. I hoisted myself onto the hood of the car, and emptied out my cargo pockets: a half-full nine millimeter clip, a few quarters, and spare walkie-talkie batteries. What good would bullets do without a gun? As you could tell, I was screwed. I sighed, tossing the bullets over my shoulder and listened as they hit the ground. Their sound wasn't alone, though; a slight shuffling of dust came from behind, and I was quick to jump onto the hood from my seated position and into a fight or flee stance. I saw it was a normal human, and not one of those "infected" I had heard about when the infection first broke out.
| + | :: Bill Liden :: | + |
Jesus, I thought I was all alone.
I sighed, relaxing my stance. I jumped down off the hood, and made my way towards the stranger.
| + | :: Bill Liden :: | + |
Hello?
I bellowed into the empty area, using a broken down taxi as a crutch to stand. I cupped my hands to my mouth, hoping it'd magnify the sound as I chanted again.
| + | :: Bill Liden :: | + |
Hello?
Still no answer, and once again, shit. Once I realized that there wasn't a person in sight, I tore my bullet proof vest from my body in case I had to take off fast. I was left quite vulnerable; a simple SWAT t-shirt, my navy blue cargo pants, and my black, leather shin-high boots. I figured I was close to the end, but I was going to try and formulate a plan anyways. I hoisted myself onto the hood of the car, and emptied out my cargo pockets: a half-full nine millimeter clip, a few quarters, and spare walkie-talkie batteries. What good would bullets do without a gun? As you could tell, I was screwed. I sighed, tossing the bullets over my shoulder and listened as they hit the ground. Their sound wasn't alone, though; a slight shuffling of dust came from behind, and I was quick to jump onto the hood from my seated position and into a fight or flee stance. I saw it was a normal human, and not one of those "infected" I had heard about when the infection first broke out.
| + | :: Bill Liden :: | + |
Jesus, I thought I was all alone.
I sighed, relaxing my stance. I jumped down off the hood, and made my way towards the stranger.
TBC: Humans.