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rackofbadcds2012-07-30 08:11 pm
axemeaquestion) wrote in rackofbadcds2012-07-30 08:11 pm
chairs thrown and tables toppled, hands armed with broken bottles
The swamps of Louisiana are not a fun place to get lost in.
Especially when the swamp people are zombies.
A gasp burst out of Rochelle as she slammed herself into the door of a nearby gas station. She fidgetedly hurried with the knob, got the door open, and stumbled it. It was dark and uncomfortably quiet but, after a quick search of the area with her flashlight to make sure it was zombie free, she slammed the door behind her and pushed a nearby desk in front of it. Okay. Door was secure. Good. God dammit.
Ro laid her shotgun out on the desk and leaned with it. Alright. Deep breaths. Think.
She was in the train car with Coach, Ellis, and Nick after their helicopter crashed into the swamps. The train was by a road, and by the road was a gas station. The four of them planned on heading deeping into the swamp, as the road was blocked off. Then the hoarde came. More than usual. The next thing Rochelle knew, she was fighting for her life on her own with none of the boys in sight. She was alone. She was sure she stuck to their rules. Stick together and watch each other's backs. But then they had just... dissapeared.
Shit.
Her breathing slowed. Not by much, but enough. She looked out the window. Still no sign. Okay. First, recoup. She had gained a few new cuts and scrapes that needed to get covered up. Then she'd reload. Then she'd go back out there and looked for the boys.
... Alone.
She leaned her head against the window she was looking out.
"... God dammit, I really don't want to be alone out here."
Especially when the swamp people are zombies.
A gasp burst out of Rochelle as she slammed herself into the door of a nearby gas station. She fidgetedly hurried with the knob, got the door open, and stumbled it. It was dark and uncomfortably quiet but, after a quick search of the area with her flashlight to make sure it was zombie free, she slammed the door behind her and pushed a nearby desk in front of it. Okay. Door was secure. Good. God dammit.
Ro laid her shotgun out on the desk and leaned with it. Alright. Deep breaths. Think.
She was in the train car with Coach, Ellis, and Nick after their helicopter crashed into the swamps. The train was by a road, and by the road was a gas station. The four of them planned on heading deeping into the swamp, as the road was blocked off. Then the hoarde came. More than usual. The next thing Rochelle knew, she was fighting for her life on her own with none of the boys in sight. She was alone. She was sure she stuck to their rules. Stick together and watch each other's backs. But then they had just... dissapeared.
Shit.
Her breathing slowed. Not by much, but enough. She looked out the window. Still no sign. Okay. First, recoup. She had gained a few new cuts and scrapes that needed to get covered up. Then she'd reload. Then she'd go back out there and looked for the boys.
... Alone.
She leaned her head against the window she was looking out.
"... God dammit, I really don't want to be alone out here."