My eyes flutter and I yawn hugely as I come awake. I attempt to stand up and stretch, only to bang my head on a low ceiling. Cursing under my breath, I push open the door to the cupboard I had spent the night in. It is late morning, and sunlight is faltering through a window stained with blood that looks as if it had been smashed open. I peek out the window and see that the zombies, having an aversion to sunlight, have already vacated most of the streets. I search around the hotel kitchen for food. It looks as if it has already been looted, but I manage to scrounge a can of beans and bottle of water, both of which I gulp down ravenously. I save some of each and put them in my backpack, then head out.
As I step out of the building, an explosion from somewhere nearby rocks the ground. I look and see, many blocks (occ: street blocks, not minecraft blocks) away, and building engulfed in flames. Knowing the explosion will attract zombies, I duck into a nearby alley. After walking for a while, I come across a massive, sprawling mall. There should definitely be some supplies here. I enter through the East Wing entrance, a Macy’s sign still flickering weakly above the sliding glass doors that have long since ceased to function, which I force open. Some uneasiness registers at the back of my brain. Something just feels wrong about this place. Every article of clothing in the store that leaps out at me makes me jump, thinking of zombies. I snag a black coat from a rack for the nights. I am halfway through when I encounter my first body. A teenage girl is sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from her mouth. Already her flesh is starting to rot as the infection overcomes her. Something catches my eye, a pink phone that has fallen out of her pocket. Pink isn’t really my style, I think wryly, but I stuff it in my pocket anyways. Someone whom she knew might call. She lets out a chilling, inhuman moan, and I grimace as I realize what need to be done. I place my katana against her head, close my eyes, and thrust.
Turning away from the mangled corpse, I head farther into the mall. I exit Macy’s and head into the center of the mall. And freeze. I am on a balcony ringing the central portion of the first floor. And below me…. Stupid, I think to myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. When the apocalypse stuck, where were there likely to be the most people? The mall. Which was also where there were the most corpses. Meaning there are also the most zombies. I stand gazing out over a sea of undead.
OCC: Mach you should clarify which section of the mall you're in
Duffie you might want to make the phone your friend's phone? your choice.
As I step out of the building, an explosion from somewhere nearby rocks the ground. I look and see, many blocks (occ: street blocks, not minecraft blocks) away, and building engulfed in flames. Knowing the explosion will attract zombies, I duck into a nearby alley. After walking for a while, I come across a massive, sprawling mall. There should definitely be some supplies here. I enter through the East Wing entrance, a Macy’s sign still flickering weakly above the sliding glass doors that have long since ceased to function, which I force open. Some uneasiness registers at the back of my brain. Something just feels wrong about this place. Every article of clothing in the store that leaps out at me makes me jump, thinking of zombies. I snag a black coat from a rack for the nights. I am halfway through when I encounter my first body. A teenage girl is sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from her mouth. Already her flesh is starting to rot as the infection overcomes her. Something catches my eye, a pink phone that has fallen out of her pocket. Pink isn’t really my style, I think wryly, but I stuff it in my pocket anyways. Someone whom she knew might call. She lets out a chilling, inhuman moan, and I grimace as I realize what need to be done. I place my katana against her head, close my eyes, and thrust.
Turning away from the mangled corpse, I head farther into the mall. I exit Macy’s and head into the center of the mall. And freeze. I am on a balcony ringing the central portion of the first floor. And below me…. Stupid, I think to myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. When the apocalypse stuck, where were there likely to be the most people? The mall. Which was also where there were the most corpses. Meaning there are also the most zombies. I stand gazing out over a sea of undead.
OCC: Mach you should clarify which section of the mall you're in
Duffie you might want to make the phone your friend's phone? your choice.
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