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- Joined
- Jun 15, 2012
- Location
- Midwest
The roads were empty.
Burnt-out hulks of cars were scattered around, blocking most routes.
Store windows were broken out.
Bodies were scattered around. The only signs of movement were birds, wild dogs, and of course... the occasional grey-skinned human figure shambling through in search of a victim.
Near the intersection of Grand and Harlem Avenues, there was an odd building that had looked dated long before the plague. The Skylight Bowl had been a bowling alley that was popular in the sixties, but had fallen out of favor.
The design had been fairly inventive. The entire bowling alley was on the second floor, built over a parking lot for the patrons.
Now, there was no way to get to the upper floor, the stairway on the north end was gone, having been taken out when a dump truck crashed into it during the panic. The dump truck was no longer there, and the resulting hole in the floor above had been patched... leaving the upper floor entirely isolated.
What nobody saw, was the bank of solar panels and troughs on the roof.
They also wouldn't see the small panel in the back of the building's second floor, near where the pin machines had been, where a hole would be uncovered to reveal a lone figure emerging with a ladder now and again.
What they also wouldn't notice, unless they were looking for it, was the fact that there were three Prius's parked below the alley... all modified to run on battery only, so as to be as silent as possible. The Toyotas also had armored windows and doors.
Baker looked at the calender... tearing another month off of it. It was the last page. He'd officially been in his hideout for fifteen months.
He was safe. He was not infected.
He was also going slowly crazy. He knew that. He'd stayed relatively sane via Ham radio for awhile, but his contacts had gradually... gone away. The only people left were Vince and Kelly, a couple who had taken the plunge, gotten together, and stayed clean.
The worst part about the plague was the uncertainty. It was known that many people could be carriers, so if you lived the life of a monk-slash-nun, you could be safe. You ALSO needed to be resigned to the fact that you would live a sexless, lonely life without human contact ever again.
He now knew he couldn't do that.
He wanted a girl. Not to fuck. He wanted a girl to talk to, to look at... to watch her brush her hair away from her face. He knew there was a risk there, but he was at the point that he didn't care. Even if it did lead to sex, at least he would die/zombify with having known one last moment of tenderness.
So, he started watching. It wasn't hard to spot wanderers, not from the roof.
The first day, he saw seven men drifting through. He let them go. The second day, much the same. The third, he saw two women who were together... very together. They stopped in a nearby house and went up to the upstairs bedroom. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant to watch, but he figured they could stay happy together. Then, he saw her, moving stealthily through the area.
He made ready his bow, and fired his special arrow. On it was a message, wrapped around the shaft. His aim was true and he watched her jump as the shaft sank into the tree ahead of her.
He saw her look at the tree and then at where it had came from. He motioned to her to unwrap the message on the shaft.
"I'm called Baker. I have a safe spot. Very safe. I am lonely. I am so lonely I will kill myself soon if I don't talk to someone on a daily basis. I have divided the building with a double fence, floor to ceiling. You can have the south half. We will be separated and unable to touch. I have food, power, and over ten thousand DVDs. I have popcorn, too. Wanna watch some movies?"
Burnt-out hulks of cars were scattered around, blocking most routes.
Store windows were broken out.
Bodies were scattered around. The only signs of movement were birds, wild dogs, and of course... the occasional grey-skinned human figure shambling through in search of a victim.
Near the intersection of Grand and Harlem Avenues, there was an odd building that had looked dated long before the plague. The Skylight Bowl had been a bowling alley that was popular in the sixties, but had fallen out of favor.
The design had been fairly inventive. The entire bowling alley was on the second floor, built over a parking lot for the patrons.
Now, there was no way to get to the upper floor, the stairway on the north end was gone, having been taken out when a dump truck crashed into it during the panic. The dump truck was no longer there, and the resulting hole in the floor above had been patched... leaving the upper floor entirely isolated.
What nobody saw, was the bank of solar panels and troughs on the roof.
They also wouldn't see the small panel in the back of the building's second floor, near where the pin machines had been, where a hole would be uncovered to reveal a lone figure emerging with a ladder now and again.
What they also wouldn't notice, unless they were looking for it, was the fact that there were three Prius's parked below the alley... all modified to run on battery only, so as to be as silent as possible. The Toyotas also had armored windows and doors.
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Baker looked at the calender... tearing another month off of it. It was the last page. He'd officially been in his hideout for fifteen months.
He was safe. He was not infected.
He was also going slowly crazy. He knew that. He'd stayed relatively sane via Ham radio for awhile, but his contacts had gradually... gone away. The only people left were Vince and Kelly, a couple who had taken the plunge, gotten together, and stayed clean.
The worst part about the plague was the uncertainty. It was known that many people could be carriers, so if you lived the life of a monk-slash-nun, you could be safe. You ALSO needed to be resigned to the fact that you would live a sexless, lonely life without human contact ever again.
He now knew he couldn't do that.
He wanted a girl. Not to fuck. He wanted a girl to talk to, to look at... to watch her brush her hair away from her face. He knew there was a risk there, but he was at the point that he didn't care. Even if it did lead to sex, at least he would die/zombify with having known one last moment of tenderness.
So, he started watching. It wasn't hard to spot wanderers, not from the roof.
The first day, he saw seven men drifting through. He let them go. The second day, much the same. The third, he saw two women who were together... very together. They stopped in a nearby house and went up to the upstairs bedroom. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant to watch, but he figured they could stay happy together. Then, he saw her, moving stealthily through the area.
He made ready his bow, and fired his special arrow. On it was a message, wrapped around the shaft. His aim was true and he watched her jump as the shaft sank into the tree ahead of her.
He saw her look at the tree and then at where it had came from. He motioned to her to unwrap the message on the shaft.
"I'm called Baker. I have a safe spot. Very safe. I am lonely. I am so lonely I will kill myself soon if I don't talk to someone on a daily basis. I have divided the building with a double fence, floor to ceiling. You can have the south half. We will be separated and unable to touch. I have food, power, and over ten thousand DVDs. I have popcorn, too. Wanna watch some movies?"
