ZombieSurvivor
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Two fingers poke through the strips of the blinds and scissor open slightly. Eyes unused to bright light blink and water as a slice of noon sun penetrates the opening. While he considers the constricted view a grubby hand scratches the patchy beard on his neck.
"I never could grow one worth a damn." stated to the empty apartment.
He didn't want to leave. He'd been left to his own devices as long as he stayed inside with the door locked and blinds drawn. What other choice did he have though? He'd stayed put as long as he could. Longer than he should honestly. The food from his Bug Out Bag had been eaten days ago. Hunger would drive him out there, out where THEY were. He frowned while he thought about his lack of options.
"Looks safe enough. But that doesn't really mean anything, could be 10 feet down the wall from my window." in a whisper this time. He had taken to talking to himself after a week and a half of total isolation. He needed to get out to save his own sanity as well as feed himself to do something anything other than simply exist.
He'd been preping for years. He did it under the guise of a zombie scenario because the forums on the now mostly inaccessible internet for that were more fun the stuffy anti-gov things you see from most prepers. It was fun to think about and pretend. Honestly he thought it far more likely a natural disaster would put him out for a month or two at the worst. Then it happened, an actual Z-Day. Unkl Zed reared his ugly rotten head as if to say "O Hai, you were right now we want your brains." Not that they walk around groaning for brains. Mostly just shuffling around moaning now that the screams, gunfire and explosions had stopped.
"Screw it." He shouldered his BOB, attached the waist strap. Most of the gear he'd taken to simply wearing all the time. Composite toe boots, riot style shin and knee guards, sap gloves, a holstered semi auto pistol and revolver one on either hip, a long knife on his right thigh. He grabbed the hooligan tool from its place bracing the door shut and slung it over his back it had a simple 550 cord sling tied to it. Finally a Mosburge tactical 12 gauge turkey gun, chosen for tight grouping at range and reliability. It would have been smarter to wait until morning so he had a full day to get a start but if he didn't go now he might just curl up in a corner and wait to die. So unlocked the door, took a deep breath and held it. The door swung open and he exhales as he steps out into the light....
"I never could grow one worth a damn." stated to the empty apartment.
He didn't want to leave. He'd been left to his own devices as long as he stayed inside with the door locked and blinds drawn. What other choice did he have though? He'd stayed put as long as he could. Longer than he should honestly. The food from his Bug Out Bag had been eaten days ago. Hunger would drive him out there, out where THEY were. He frowned while he thought about his lack of options.
"Looks safe enough. But that doesn't really mean anything, could be 10 feet down the wall from my window." in a whisper this time. He had taken to talking to himself after a week and a half of total isolation. He needed to get out to save his own sanity as well as feed himself to do something anything other than simply exist.
He'd been preping for years. He did it under the guise of a zombie scenario because the forums on the now mostly inaccessible internet for that were more fun the stuffy anti-gov things you see from most prepers. It was fun to think about and pretend. Honestly he thought it far more likely a natural disaster would put him out for a month or two at the worst. Then it happened, an actual Z-Day. Unkl Zed reared his ugly rotten head as if to say "O Hai, you were right now we want your brains." Not that they walk around groaning for brains. Mostly just shuffling around moaning now that the screams, gunfire and explosions had stopped.
"Screw it." He shouldered his BOB, attached the waist strap. Most of the gear he'd taken to simply wearing all the time. Composite toe boots, riot style shin and knee guards, sap gloves, a holstered semi auto pistol and revolver one on either hip, a long knife on his right thigh. He grabbed the hooligan tool from its place bracing the door shut and slung it over his back it had a simple 550 cord sling tied to it. Finally a Mosburge tactical 12 gauge turkey gun, chosen for tight grouping at range and reliability. It would have been smarter to wait until morning so he had a full day to get a start but if he didn't go now he might just curl up in a corner and wait to die. So unlocked the door, took a deep breath and held it. The door swung open and he exhales as he steps out into the light....
