AntiSaneDesciple
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Reference Thread and OOC Chatter
Its weird how you just don't miss some people. Its also weird how some people you don't mind beating their brains in with a broken mop handle, even if they were one of those things. You can only take so much before something like this happening, is OK. Grant had taken his fair share from many of these folks.
Jacob Neil, he had come into this store for the past 9 years and it was the same comment every time. "Hows the hero doing today?" The snear he made each time, that cocky half grin, just caused Grants blood to boil. Nothing he could do then. Of course crushing the pip squeak with the mop handle was in self defense, but it felt good. He lived that game every day of his life, lived the tendons in his knee torn and ripped apart. Lived the anguish of his whole life stopping in one sudden jerk and halting. Only to give him option that was half as good as the last. Sure he made good money running this grocery store, but it wasn't the Ayenee Football League.
Holed up inside this store he had gathered the eight things that had taken people he knew and turned them into what they were to the freezer area. It wasnt on any more because of the power issue but it could be licked from the outside. He didn't want them coming back again.
It had all happened so fast. He was in his office looking over P & L statements and trying to figure out how he was loosing money from the Alchohol department when the screaming broke out. When he went onto the sales floor what he saw made his breakfast come straight up. The thing was quite literally eating Janice right there on the floor. Grabbing the mop from the bucket he shoved the thing off of her, to late, she was loosing to much blood from that leg. Moving on he encountered the sight twice more, each time loosing his stomach. There was only one thing these could be...Zombies, but that was crazy. They were only in movies right? How was it you killed zombies, Grant had never been much on horror films.
Well the mop was good at pushing the creatures, but very not good for swinging. What he would do for a good softball bat like his DiMarini at home! Taking the mop head off gave him a sort of impromptu pole arm. The creatures moved slowish so hitting them with the thing didn't seem difficult. They just weren't dieing.
"The head...you...have to hit the....." The kids words end in a raspy breath. The clothes and what not said video game geek, you know those kids that hung out in their moms basement all night.
One swing later and Grant had figured it out. Cracking the things head open dropped it immediately. You had to hit them in the head, maybe those games weren't so bad after all. Turning away from the dead Zombie grant spared a moment for the kid.
"Thanks, and sorry..." He went to find the next one.
All said and done there was Jacob, Janice, Lee, Deborah, Vernon, David, the kid and the then the guy that he couldn't account for. Those were the "Dead" bodies in the freezer. He could hear the bumping and banging at the door any time he went close.
Standing there at sun up he reached for the pull chain on the open sign and turned it on. Same as he had done many days before. Only this time he really wanted someone to take notice and come in. As long as they weren't one of those things.
Its weird how you just don't miss some people. Its also weird how some people you don't mind beating their brains in with a broken mop handle, even if they were one of those things. You can only take so much before something like this happening, is OK. Grant had taken his fair share from many of these folks.
Jacob Neil, he had come into this store for the past 9 years and it was the same comment every time. "Hows the hero doing today?" The snear he made each time, that cocky half grin, just caused Grants blood to boil. Nothing he could do then. Of course crushing the pip squeak with the mop handle was in self defense, but it felt good. He lived that game every day of his life, lived the tendons in his knee torn and ripped apart. Lived the anguish of his whole life stopping in one sudden jerk and halting. Only to give him option that was half as good as the last. Sure he made good money running this grocery store, but it wasn't the Ayenee Football League.
Holed up inside this store he had gathered the eight things that had taken people he knew and turned them into what they were to the freezer area. It wasnt on any more because of the power issue but it could be licked from the outside. He didn't want them coming back again.
It had all happened so fast. He was in his office looking over P & L statements and trying to figure out how he was loosing money from the Alchohol department when the screaming broke out. When he went onto the sales floor what he saw made his breakfast come straight up. The thing was quite literally eating Janice right there on the floor. Grabbing the mop from the bucket he shoved the thing off of her, to late, she was loosing to much blood from that leg. Moving on he encountered the sight twice more, each time loosing his stomach. There was only one thing these could be...Zombies, but that was crazy. They were only in movies right? How was it you killed zombies, Grant had never been much on horror films.
Well the mop was good at pushing the creatures, but very not good for swinging. What he would do for a good softball bat like his DiMarini at home! Taking the mop head off gave him a sort of impromptu pole arm. The creatures moved slowish so hitting them with the thing didn't seem difficult. They just weren't dieing.
"The head...you...have to hit the....." The kids words end in a raspy breath. The clothes and what not said video game geek, you know those kids that hung out in their moms basement all night.
One swing later and Grant had figured it out. Cracking the things head open dropped it immediately. You had to hit them in the head, maybe those games weren't so bad after all. Turning away from the dead Zombie grant spared a moment for the kid.
"Thanks, and sorry..." He went to find the next one.
All said and done there was Jacob, Janice, Lee, Deborah, Vernon, David, the kid and the then the guy that he couldn't account for. Those were the "Dead" bodies in the freezer. He could hear the bumping and banging at the door any time he went close.
Standing there at sun up he reached for the pull chain on the open sign and turned it on. Same as he had done many days before. Only this time he really wanted someone to take notice and come in. As long as they weren't one of those things.
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