Jugger82
Singularity
- Joined
- Jul 23, 2010
- Location
- Blue Moon of Georgia
Nathan - Avatar
He and three others began to walk down the road, slowly, silently, trying to make not the slightest of sounds and tried not to cut themselves on the many debris of buildings, cars, and other misc. objects that littered the city. No one knows how it started, they only know that its the life they have to live through now. They were careful...Careful not to shed blood, lest they attract one of the hordes that roamed inside the buildings during this time of the day. They had just looted a Seven-Eleven for snacks and drinks, some even grabbing some old breakfast sandwiches that they often supplied. Despite how old the food was, his group had learned to live on it without much care for test, so long as it nourished them and kept them from death.
Among the many hordes that plagued the city, there were others who decided to claim it as theirs. Gangs of all kind formed from survivors, and some even took it upon themselves to become the new law enforcement by inhabiting the city's largest precinct...and to be honest, they were hardly any different from real cops, and kept survivors safe from other gangs and hordes of those things that plagued the city now.
Nathan led his quartet down the road, only three more blocks away from the stronghold his small-time rag-tag gang had made out of a small mansion surrounded by stone walls...though, the mansion hardly had any lawn whatsoever, so that was good when it came to getting to the gates quickly when hordes or gangs showed up to try and take the mansion for themselves. They did not run, because noise attracted the beasts. The hordes. The walking corpses that used to be their allies, friends, and enemies. Taking out his walkie-talkie, Nathan spoke into it to alert the front guards to get the gates ready to open. "Alright...We're a block away...Open up and have the snipers ready to cover us if anything is following behind us."
He and three others began to walk down the road, slowly, silently, trying to make not the slightest of sounds and tried not to cut themselves on the many debris of buildings, cars, and other misc. objects that littered the city. No one knows how it started, they only know that its the life they have to live through now. They were careful...Careful not to shed blood, lest they attract one of the hordes that roamed inside the buildings during this time of the day. They had just looted a Seven-Eleven for snacks and drinks, some even grabbing some old breakfast sandwiches that they often supplied. Despite how old the food was, his group had learned to live on it without much care for test, so long as it nourished them and kept them from death.
Among the many hordes that plagued the city, there were others who decided to claim it as theirs. Gangs of all kind formed from survivors, and some even took it upon themselves to become the new law enforcement by inhabiting the city's largest precinct...and to be honest, they were hardly any different from real cops, and kept survivors safe from other gangs and hordes of those things that plagued the city now.
Nathan led his quartet down the road, only three more blocks away from the stronghold his small-time rag-tag gang had made out of a small mansion surrounded by stone walls...though, the mansion hardly had any lawn whatsoever, so that was good when it came to getting to the gates quickly when hordes or gangs showed up to try and take the mansion for themselves. They did not run, because noise attracted the beasts. The hordes. The walking corpses that used to be their allies, friends, and enemies. Taking out his walkie-talkie, Nathan spoke into it to alert the front guards to get the gates ready to open. "Alright...We're a block away...Open up and have the snipers ready to cover us if anything is following behind us."