There i was, like any other day, just out job hunting... least, that was the plan anyway. I had just gotten finished job hunting that morning, stopping off with anything that was sporting a ''for hire'' sign. After that, around 2pm, i met up with my Melee group and battled out with them for awhile. It was crazy all that morning. After we had beat the living shit out of each other, we were sitting down to taco bell in the park we were allowed to sport in, me sharpening my brand new Bearded Nordic.
The park was eerily empty, a few people running, walking dogs, a few college kids playing Frisbee golf. All of us were prickling with hackles when the first cop car screamed by, it's blue and reds flashing in a hauntingly forbidding manner. We sat. Chewing our tacos slowly... and soon we began to count. One firetruck....3 ambulances.... 6 cop cars....7 cop cars... they just kept coming. We were all looking at one another. Spears, shields in hand, orange slash guards still on the blades. I spoke up after clearing my throat.
"Lets get out of here boys, we'll pick up tomarrow..."
We all murmured our goodbyes and left.
I walked over to my truck, tucking my axes and my shield behind my seat. I jumped at the sudden siren erupting behind me, the park officer roaring out of the parking lot and heading south into downtown.
"Well... North it is." I murmured to myself, jumping into my truck and roaring to the game stop on 71st and Memorial. I popped in the door, startling the living hell out of the poor girl behind the counter... for some reason she was holding a crowbar.
"You alright there?" I asked, picking up the wii mote and popping onto sword fighting.
"Ehyah...yah... just... havent you heard?"
I was currently chopping through fellow vacationers on the bridge. " Well, lots of cop cars and such, was there a riot again?" I get bored and switch over to frisbee.
"Well, kind of, someone came in and was bantering about z-..."
She was cut off by a person running, screaming out and passing by the open glass windows, coffee and blood all over his shirt and face. I open the door a little and peer out, the sounds of cars screeching and people screaming echoing like the melody of pissed off Banshees. I turn around to the clerk, wanting to get her out of the store quickly to avoid being a subject to rioting and looting. She, on the other hand, has bolted out the back room, the door mid swing, and all i catch is the sight of her sneakers as she zips away.
I snort, finding the flight amusing until i turn back around to be staring mid face at a woman... missing half of her head...
The smell hit me first. Fresh, coppery blood, still pumping from her face. She gave a gargle and lunged for me. I simply side stepped, still trying to come to terms with the being trying to hug me. It hit me like the smell of old garbage, my stomach wrenching, retching, twisting. Instantly i roar and kick the thing away, running out the door to a scene that not even Rob Zombie could master.
Cars like in piles, people running wildly around and fleeing away from the blood covered beings. I glanced over to a pile up in horror, the drivers and occupants screaming, trying to claw their way out of the car as the shambling masses converged on the noise. The screams turned to shrills, to crys for mercy and agony, then to gurgling, bubbling noises that can only be their death screams caught in the teeth of their assailants. Next door in the Star Bucks a cashier is fending off 2 monstrosities with a stool. I move to help till something grabs her by the ankle. She screams... but it is cut short... teeth finding her neck and bringing her down to the floor. Blood flows like a river along the floor. Traveling along the cracks in the tile. Moving to build up at the door... a single stream coming from, flowing, and touching my boot at the very tip. I wretched and emptied tacos all over the ground, not stopping till only bile greeted my tongue. I cough and hack, stumbling to my truck. I climbed in and go to turn the key...no key. I gag in agony, roaring out FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK into my truck cab, remembering the words spoken that morning. My mom's statement inters my mind, "one of these days someone is going to take your keys out of your truck, and man are you going to be sorry."
Im only getting home by foot.
The door flies open as my foot makes contact, smashing into the suburban next to me. I pop my seat forewords, hauling out my equipment.
I strap my shield upon my back, fixing the leather strap across my chest.
My throwing hatches i tie to my belt, along with my one hander to use with my shield.
With the grunt of a pissed off Beserker, i pull out my brand new two handed Bearded Nordic, resting it upon my shoulder.
I face East. And East, i walk.