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Post by Reaper on Nov 19, 2008 14:42:11 GMT -5
Fair value is a rather expensive grocery store that most of the people have no choice in going to. The rather decent drive to Raccoon City or any other city keeps them coming back to this store.
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 17, 2010 18:20:14 GMT -5
She could see the tall buildings of Las Vegas miles away, and yet her mind was still elsewhere. So much had happened over the years. Some explainable, and some not. Mostly not. Nina hadn't even heard a breath of a whisper about her brother. She had no clue if he was dead or alive. Or.. somewhere in between. That thought always made her shudder. What if in some remote location her brother was stumbling and groaning on the streets, hungry for flesh? Nina hurriedly pushed those thoughts away as she always did. She needed to move on, find her own life even if everything else was dead around her. She slowed the SUV down to a crawl before pulling over onto the shoulder of the highway.
Nina put the vehicle to park before digging into her pack for her crackers, as well as a bottle of water. She clambered out of the car to lean back against the warm metal. It was comforting in a strange way. Her blue eyes searched the distant horizon, watching the sun slowly sink against it. Vegas was off to her right, seeming to reach out with greedy intangible fingers to drag her off into the city. Goosebumps rose on her pale flesh before the feeling subsided. While in Texas, many of the townsfolk talked of Raccoon City. It was where this whole thing began so many years ago. Some had said that it was slowly, but steadily, returning to its former self. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Nina wanted to see for herself.
"Miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep." Her teeth ground to and fro against each other as she fought with herself. Safety and warmth was a mere ten miles away. And truth, possible truth, was miles away. Perhaps a day or two. Nina cursed to herself before stuffing a few crackers into her mouth and taking a long swig from her water bottle. She was saving those peaches for as long as she could. Her last supper, as it were. With that somewhat dry thought, Nina chuckled to herself. Letting out a hasty sigh, the tired young woman dragged herself back into the hulking SUV and threw the pack of crackers back into her bag. She put the water bottle into the cup holder on the console and roared the vehicle to life.
She sped across the median and began back the way she came. Stupid stupid stupid, Nina thought to herself. With a yawn and a groan, she concentrated on the never ending road before her, following the road signs and keeping note of her gas tank. It was a quarter down from full, at least. It could hold out for a time. According to the time from the console, it was 10:12PM. She had driven for five straight hours. Or there about. So tired. Nina pulled off from the interstate and onto a sideroad with a few houses lining the streets. All of them were desolate and deserted. While still in the SUV, Nina gathered up her backpack and withdrew her gun. Silent as a dead mouse (because those are extra silent), Nina made her way toward the nearest house. The white paint had turned a dingy cream color and the paint was peeling from the wood. Half the front porch had collapsed and faint traces of blood covered the front door frame. Though fearful it would cause a ruckus, Nina drove around to the back of the house, easily squeezing the SUV through the broken down metal gate. Time gave no mercy.
She pushed herself up onto the creaking front porch, pausing for a moment to listen. All she could hear was her own breathing. Nina highly doubted anyone, or anything, was roaming and groaning about, but you could never be too careful. Most of the infected, what was left, had migrated to larger cities it seemed. After barricading the front door, the one hanging only on one hinge, Nina began to explore the rest of the house. She found the backdoor easily, since the abode wasn't very sizeable, and pushed the kitchen table against it. She rummaged through the remainder of the cabinets and placed a few of the glasses and plates on the very edge of the table. If it were to be pushed open, she would be able to hear the glass breaking quite easily. With careful steps, Nina checked the rest of the rooms but eventually stationed herself in the living room. She didn't trust staying in the bedrooms. Horror movies had taught her that growing up. As comfortably as she could, the young woman curled up on the floor, hugging her pack to her with the gun just beside her.
Nina awoke just before daybreak, still in one piece. She rubbed the sleep from her still tired eyes and rose to face the day. She hurriedly gathered up her belongings and replaced the furniture she had used as cover before leaving. The first rays of sunlight careened over the trees; almost blinding. Nina had grown to love watching sunrises. Today was no different. After putting her pack into the SUV, she drove back up onto the interstate to watch the sun ascend into the sky. It was like her own special kiss. A faint smile spread across her lips, though it almost hurt. She hadn't smiled in ages. A thought struck her then as she drove down the interstate at breakneck speed. Her fingers fiddled with the small dials of the radio, switching back and forth between FM and AM. It was static. All of it. Instead of turning it off, Nina simply turned it down instead. She dared not miss anything if she could help it.
Her crackers began to dwindle with the hours passing. As did her gas. No matter how many exits she hit up, all the surrounding gas stations had been bled dry. Dry as bones. The first threads of true fear and trepidation began to thread their way into Nina's heart. She nearly screamed with delight, however, when she saw the first road sign advertising Raccoon City. Although it had been nearly covered over with red spray paint. Raccoon City - 56mi. had become Death - Now. A couple signs after that advertised for some River Community a few miles before Raccoon City itself. Unfortunately, ten minutes later, the SUV sputtered and coughed to a complete stop. She still refused to cry, although she wanted to so very badly.
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Post by Winters on Aug 17, 2010 20:44:40 GMT -5
"Daddy, im hungry..." Young Claire spoke out in a sad, grumpy tone. "Are we going back into the city to get some food, soon?" Victor wouldve answered, if it wered for a loud banging at the front door. It had already been reinforced, to make sure it wouldnt break dont, but investigation would be the mature thing. Grabbing his baseball bat, Vic ran to the front door, and swung it open, seeing an infected police officer stumble inside. "Go upstairs, Claire, now!" The girl didnt scream, instead, nodded and did as she was told. With a good crack, the bat hit the infected hard, knocking him outside. Looking around, Victor didnt see anymore of them around, which was a little rare.
Climbing down the steps, he walked inside the workshop, shining a flashlight around to make sure there werent any of them hiding. At that time, he heard a scream coming from inside the house, it was Claire. Vic ran back into the house, flying up the steps, and into Claires bedroom. She was scrambling away from the infected, trying to get away. Victor grabbed it from behind, and hurled it backwards down the stairs, hearing its neck snap as it hit the bottom. Seeing as there were more of them coming from the dirt road, Vic grabbed Claires hand, and spoke out. "You ready for this, kiddo?"
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Holding a flashlight around the grocery store, Vic moved through the backroom, scanning the crates of unopened products. Sure, the majority of stuff were already stolen from the shelves on the outside, but with a little extra work, and determination, one could get into the back shipments of the store. Climbing onto a stepladder to reach a higher shelf, Vic held the light with one hand and the crate he aimed for with the other hand. In a quick tug, he just yanked it off, and jumped back down off the ladder when the smashed onto the cement floor. Unraveling a handful of bags from the floor, Vic began to stash the contents into them. Instant noodles, brand name, six different flavors. After loading up two bags, he carried them with one hand, and then called out to the floor of the store. "Claire, can you come in here for a sec?"
But there was no answer from the little girl. Carrying the bags out of the backroom, Vic shined the flashlight around the isles of the store, searching for his daughter. Each and every isle he checked showed up empty, and this was beginning to worry him. "...This isnt the time to play hide and seek, you know that..." Finally, the last isle. Vic jumped to the side and put the light straight down the row, and saw the little girl pushing a cart along, loading it up with odds and ends. She had her CD walkman on with her headphones, so there was no wonder why she didnt hear him. Walking up in front of the cart, Vic stopped it with both hands, and Claire finally ripped off the headphones and spoke out. "Daddy! I find some food! There wasnt much left, but its better then the last store we were at..." Grinning at the little girl, Vic tossed the two large bags of noddles into the cart, and then took nodded. "Good job, sweetie... I think we have enough, hows about we get back outside, okay?"
Before the little girl could respond, there was the sound of an engine outside of the grocery store. Quickly turning off the flashlight, Vic put it in Claires hand, and then pulled out his steel baseball bat. "Okay, nows the time to play hide and seek. Go hide." Nodding to her father, Claire left the cart in the isle, and then ran off to hide from the intruder. Vic moved further to the front of the store, taking a look out the larger windows at the vehicle outside. He couldnt see who was inside, or even what kind of vehicle it was, the only lights had been the high beams lit up. It lit up the front of the store through the darkness, but Vic was in cover behind the front counter, making sure not to expose himself until he was sure theyre was no danger.
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 18, 2010 12:14:20 GMT -5
Nina had all put torn the SUV apart in search of a gas can. Maybe there could be just enough to get her to the next town. Her hands shook as she moved a tool box and a dirty rag before seeing a faint coloring of orange. Shoving both things out of the way, there it stood. Her salvation. Or so she hoped. Praying to all the gods she could think of, Nina hefted the gas can out of the SUV's debris. She could hear, and feel, the liquid sloshing to and fro with her movements. Her laughter then could have lit up the world for one-hundred years.
Quieting down, Nina yanked the cap off as well as the cover to the gas tank and poured the gas slowly out of the bent spout. Not a drop spilled on the ground. If she wanted something bad enough, she was sure as hell going to have it. That smile never left her cracked lips as she screwed both caps back into place and set on her journey once more. Not being able to fight back her hunger anymore, Nina takes gulp after gulp of her water and finishes off the pack of stale crackers. She still had that can of peaches though. That could last her at least a few days, and a stomach ache she wagered.
Her eyes, still so bright, peeked down at the gas gauge and sighed. It was nearly half way full, but not quite. Sometime later, she couldn't say how much time passed, another sign advertised for Raccoon City as well as the Circular River Community, and a town she had never heard of. 25 miles. After pulling off the exit she had long been waiting for, Nina's eyes opened wide. There, in a short distance, she saw 'Fair Value Market' on a large post sign. There probably wasn't much left, but perhaps it could be enough for a few more days. Or maybe even a week! Nina didn't know what to expect, so instead of racing into the parking lot, she drove in nice and slow and turned her high beams up. Her eyes squinted through the reflections that played off the metal beams of the outside but easily saw movement inside.
The very hungry young woman sat inside the SUV a moment before turning off the car. She stuffed the keys into her jeans pockets (maybe she could even find a few novelty tshirts inside) and grabbed her backpack before exiting the vehicle. She didn't take the time to lock it. Those few seconds of trying to unlock it while being chased could very well be someone's last. Gun withdrawn though pointed low, Nina headed toward the front doors. The highbeams from her SUV had gone out, so now she relied on her own two eyes. And instinct.
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Post by Winters on Aug 18, 2010 13:28:56 GMT -5
As the lights went off, it covered the store in a blanket of darkness and moonlight shadows. Seems there was a female entering the store, who didnt look infected, but none the less could potentially be a threat to them. Looking across the store towards the pharmacy in the back, Vic could see Claire peeking up over the counter. Moving his head down quickly to signal her to keep low, she did so in an instant.
By this time, the survivor had gotten inside the store, and was looking around the place to see if their had been any infected. Luckily for her, Vic was already sure this place was unoccupied by the undead, as him and Claire had been in here for at least an hour. The river community isnt a very large one, low population, its no wonder most of the people wouldnt have stuck around this place. Now Vic raised himself up, holding the steel baseball bat firmly in two hands, and inched his way out of cover. "This place is pretty much empty, weve been searching around here for the last hour or two for food that mightve been left over. Who else is with you?" Vic wanted to create a trust factor, and make sure the survivor wasnt hostile at all. But at the same time, he was making sure she didnt get the upper hand. He couldnt possibly trust someone at first glance, especially sense he was responsible for his daughters safety as well.
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 18, 2010 15:41:51 GMT -5
After entering the grocery store, her eyes roamed over the interior. It was bare it seemed. She could tell people still came in to look for scraps. It still had a warm feeling to it. Nina passed down a few aisles slow and cautious. At the sound of a man's voice, she whirled toward it, gun raised at him. She glanced at the metal baseball bat and narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't think he was lying, but human beings were greedy. Who was to say he wasn't telling her about some secret store room or a stash somewhere?
Nina stood her ground, not flinching or lowering her gun. In such a time, people were anything but good. They were callous, homicidal, and frightening. Finally, she cleared her throat and answered.
"Is that so? You'll have to forgive me if I still look around... And I'm alone. Her eyes glanced around quickly, looking for any signs of undead, or some companion of his.
"And what about you? Is someone planning on jumping me from behind?" Her voice raised a notch, as if in warning, though a hint of fear laced her words. Nina cursed silently to herself, wishing she hadn't told this strange man she was alone.
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Post by Winters on Aug 18, 2010 16:27:53 GMT -5
Vic could by the womans voice that she wasnt lying, she was indeed alone. She held the gun without any fear, making sure she had the situation under control for her own safety. If there was anyone else with her, they would have been in here by now. Lowering the bat, and slinging it around his shoulder, Vic shook his head at the situation, and the womans question. By this time, the survivor had lowered her weapon, assured that this was it, but still keeping a keen eye on him to make sure he didnt try anything funny.
He didnt plan on meeting anyone else. Sure, it was always a possibility, but in a town like this? The odds were more than slim. But Vic deemed this woman harmless, and anybody coming to a small grocery store would obviously be looking for the same thing he did. Food. "...Im here with my daughter, Claire. Weve come here from the Arklay Mountains, making sure we avoid the city up until now..." The little girl walked from around one of the shelves, and pattered over to her fathers side, hugging him and looking away from the stranger. "...Its been weeks since the outbreak started, Raccoon City still isnt safe to be exploring yet. Still hard to believe all of this could be happening again..."
This was true, everything had been repeating itself from back in 1998 when the outbreak hit the world. They survived through it on the thin string before, now it was just Vic and his daughter diving straight into the nightmare. Claire was just a child, she had no idea what him and her mother through just to keep her away from the chaos. But this time, there wasnt any choice but to live through it. Leaving her back at the house wasnt an option anymore, this was what kept Vic in check every moment of the day.
Flicking the flashlight back in, he moved past the survivor, and into the isle where Claire had the shopping cart. It had been partway full with all kinds of food and supplies, there was no use staying here any longer. This shipment, along with whatever they had back in the storage room, and at the house as well, could last them at least another few months before they needed to get into Raccoon City for food. Hopefully by that time things would have settled down, even just a little for Claires sake. "Names Victor, dont suppose youd wanna help us gather up the rest of the food shipment in the backshop, would you? Theyres plenty more where this came from, we just need a little extra help getting to it. You welcome to take as much as you can carry, of course..."
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 18, 2010 16:48:00 GMT -5
Steadily, she lowered the gun and put it in the waist band of her pants. Her eyes rested on the little girl, feeling truly bad for her. Nina had grown up in the first outbreak and had only survived because some unknown... benefactor had made sure they had been relocated. In some small part of her heart, she wished her brother had just left them alone. Abandonment does s*** to you.
Nina turned toward the shopping cart, eyeing its contents and her stomach growled. She cursed aloud and peered back up at Victor.
I'm not much of a people person... That wasn't a lie. The closest she had ever been to anyone was giving a massage, and her one boyfriend. But of course there was no way Nina would turn down food, even just a little. She made her way toward the pair of them, looking to and fro between them.
But I'm definitely not going to turn down food. I'm Nina.. She didn't offer her hand in greeting though. Ever cautious of some trick. Instead, she moved her hands upward in a sort of 'lead on' motion, ready to get the supplies and outta there.
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Post by Winters on Aug 18, 2010 17:34:15 GMT -5
Without a grin, or a change of pace, Vic pushed the cart to the back of the store, and toward the storage room. A few emergency lights had been on in the back, but without a flashlight, it wouldve been an impossible job. Claire didnt do too far off, but wasnt up for going into he back where it was dark and scary. She was fine on her own in the store while Nina and Vic went into the storage room to gather more food. "Claire, well be back in a half hour tops. I need you to watch the store for us, okay? Keep your headphones off your ears, hunny..." The little girl nodded, and then went off to look around the place once again, this time keeping her ears open for danger.
As Vic and the other survivor went into the backroom, he shined the flashlight around from the walls, ensuring there was nothing else back here. The cooler area was small enough to see it was clean, and the other department areas had been locked off. Which left the main pallet storage occupied by the two of them, and hopefully just the two of them. Lifting up the ladder, Vic placed it against one of the large shelves, and then explained that was going to happen. "Alright, Nina. You look small enough to climb up there and shift yourself sideways into the back of the shelf, I need you to do that and then push the crates off and down here. Would be easier if we had the forklift working, but this is all we can do..."
Vic held onto the bottom of the ladder, keeping it steady in place so the new survivor, Nina, could get up to the very top of the pallets and drop the crates of food down below. It was all canned stuff, or non perishable goods. Teamwork as the answer here, working toward a common goal, the food storage nobody else could get at due to the rioting and rush about the store in the past. Vic wanted to clean out all the food they could get at, regardless of the rationing being split into thirds due to the newcomer. If she was willing to help them, they could work together and form a trust that would be helpful in taking lead into Raccoon City.
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 18, 2010 18:02:07 GMT -5
She dutifully followed after him, her eyes roaming over the area as if it were a warzone. Nina watched the little girl scamper off in search of food as well. As he placed the ladder against the large shelf, and listened to his plan, she gave a scrunch of her nose. She personally hated being high up, but she was indeed smaller than him, and she doubted he wanted his little girl to clamber up the rickety ladder.
Nina grasped the butt of her gun and offered out to Vic.
"It'll dig into me. I want it back though." A faint hint of a grin crossed over her face before she began to ascend the ladder. The metal bent and flexed with her weight, which made her all the nervous. Finally, with her breath held, she pushed herself on top of the shelf he had indicated. She twisted and turned onto her stomach and scooted toward the boxes. It truly wasn't that far off the floor, but heights just weren't her thang. She peeked over the edge of the shelf and down to him.
"Look out below." And with that, she pushed the boxes off her perch and onto the floor. Some of the cans rolled out of the boxes from the crash. It was truly a beautiful sound--it meant she would be eating soon. Cans of chicken soup, other types of noodes, some canned fruits and peas. It would be enough to last for a time. She even found a boxed and wrapped container of bottles of water. Nina pushed herself along the shelf further before grudging the water over as well. And that's when she saw the dead rat looking her square in the face.
Nina yelped in surprise, and then groaned in anger at herself. Still cursing, she scuttled backwards until her feet found the ladder once more. Hoping he was holding the ladder steady, she shifted out feet first and bent forward until she could easily climb down. Once her feet hit the ground, she breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly began to grab up the fallen cans.
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Post by Winters on Aug 18, 2010 18:30:16 GMT -5
The whole event lasted about fifteen minutes, with Vic taking time in between each pull of the ladder to make sure the coast was clear. Still holding onto Ninas handgun, he ripped off another six bags from the tile, and tossed them beside the now open crate of food and water. There had been over ten different kinds of canned goods, ranging from chicken soup to ginger beef, all with a great expiration date of December of 2014. Loading up a few of the bags with a variety of personal preference, Vic then placed the bags on the floor upright, and held out the gun. "Thanks a lot, I wouldve hated to just leave all of this food here..."
With that, Vic picked up a few of the bags, and loaded them into another shopping cart that was hanging around. But there was a scream coming from the front end of the store, and he was certain it was Claire. Dropping the the other two bags onto he ground, Vic sprinted out of the back room and down the isles toward the front. His baseball bat was out and ready to be swung, and just time, as there had been a small number of infected who got into the store through an already broken window. Swinging the bat with both arms, Vic cracked the skull of one of the infected open, and rared up for another swing once Claire was taking cover behind him. Glancing out of the window, Vic saw another six more outside, at least.
"Nina! Load the cart up and lets get out of here! Hurry!" He called to the female survivor, unsure whether she was already in the process of doing so or coming to lend a hand in fighting off the infected. Taking another two swings, he knocked the infected back to the ground, and then slung the bat over his shoulder again, and picked up Claire with both arms.
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 18, 2010 21:29:20 GMT -5
She took her gun back graciously all the while piling cans of food and a packages into the shopping cart. She, too, heard the scream. Nina didn't even see Vic rush out. He was like a cat on crack. She rushed out toward them, seeing a number of infected lumbering toward the two of them. He could hold them off for a moment as she loaded up the rest of the food, not that it was much. With one hand holding onto the cart, Nina barreled forward toward the few undead.
She let the cart go, knocking on of them down as she raised her gun at one who was lurching toward Vic. She squeezed off a shot in its head and watched it fall to the ground in a heaping thud. Two more sloshed through a broken window, another pressing itself against one of the doors. Nina aimed and fired at the one who was coming through a window, watching it fall to the ground as well.
"Come on!" She rushed toward the shopping cart, shooting the other two that had found their way into the grocery store. She still had quite a few rounds left in the magazine, but she wanted to be back in her vehicle with the rest of her bullets. Nina shoved the cart against two more undead as she exited the store, the man and girl on her heels. Nina whirled away from the cart before saying,
"It's unlocked! Get her in there." Hoping he would grab the cart as well as the girl, she concentrated on popping off the last few that were slowly trudging toward them. Two bullets missed her target, her hands having started to shake.
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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2010 0:09:36 GMT -5
Everything seemed to be happening so fast, Vic had almost let his guard down while they collected food from the back. Moving away from the infected, he could hear gunshots coming from behind the isles. Obviously, it was Nina, lending a hand while also moving the shopping cart through the store to the front entrance. Vic followed her lead out of the building, and to her SUV. As Nina opened up the door, Vic sat Claire down in the seat, and then ran back to the shopping cart. It wasnt like him to leave his daughter in a strangers car, but something about the woman let him know she was trustworthy. Rolling the car over to the back of the SUV, he took not even ten seconds to throw everything into the backseat, and then slam the door closed.
Seeing a group of infected coming toward the vehicle, Vic kicked the cart forward, knocking it into the group of undead, and plowing them to the ground. Putting his arms around Claire sitting upright in the seat, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then closed the door. Vic could tell that Nina was a little confused about the situation, but hopefully, Claire would be able to fill her in on what was happening. As young as the little girl was, there was always something routine that she had always remembered. "Were not leaving without my daddy! Please, wait for him?!" The little girl yelled out, peering out the back window of the SUV, as a number of infected began to bang on the window.
In that moment, the SUV pulled out of the parking lot backwards, spinning to the left, and drifting back onto the main road away from the zombies. But not long after, a loud, memorable sound of a 6 speed engine zipped from behind the store. Vic sped across the parking lot on his dirtbike, wheeling up to a stop beside the window on Ninas side. "You two follow me close behind, signal if you need to make a stop!" That being said, Vic gunned the bike forward, and the loud motor hummed down the empty street, keeping a slow and steady pace until the Nina would catch up with the SUV.
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Post by Nina Machine on Aug 19, 2010 14:55:50 GMT -5
As she spun out of the parking lot, she could feel a body thump against her back right side and she smiled. Nina found herself smiling more and more over the last few days; a sign maybe? A sign she was meant to come here. Ground zero as it were. The SUV easily followed the bike, and for an instant, Nina managed a glance back at the little girl. She looked so frightened... "Hey.. Hey, it's gonna be alright. Your daddy's right in front of us. See?" Even though her gun was laying in the seat beside her, Nina's hand was still shaking. That had been a close call. If they hadn't been at the grocery store with her.... Well, she put those thoughts behind her as she followed Vic. As they rode, Nina rummaged about her brown and black pack, withdrawing two bottles of water. Setting one between her thighs, she gently tossed the other to the backseat. "I'm always thirsty after I shoot something," Nina said to Claire, with a half cocked grin on her lips. After unscrewing the cap, her eyes began to wander around on either side of the vehicle. Everything looked so run down and broken. Windows smashed in, cars in a heaping wreck (bad drivers)... She wondered what her home looked like now. Shambles, most likely. Nina followed him around turns and curves, her hands finally stopping their quaking. Such a close call. Her stomach began to rumble all the more freely and a wave of dizziness made a veil across her vision. Nina saw three of everything, including the bike in front of her. She could feel the wheel swerving with her own body's sick motions and commanded her foot to slam on the brakes. She skidded to a rough stop, swerving to the left as she did and causing the SUV to sway with the sudden stop. Nina knew she wasn't starving to death, but it was obvious she also needed to eat. Claire had screamed in the backseat, yelling for her daddy. She slammed her hand down twice on the horn and pointed over to the fire department. It was a large building and looked safe even if there was an overturned fire truck a few yards from it. [[Continued here]]
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Post by Mikey on Feb 10, 2011 8:53:59 GMT -5
The walk to the supermarket hadn’t been a long one. Six blocks had been cleared in less than ten minutes by the pair. And just as the view from the house had told them, the streets were deserted. Nothing alive or dead moved. It was creepy.
They made it to the entrance, and automatic doors not moving for them.
“Powers off.” He said. That meant anything that needed to be cooled or frozen was done for. Oh well. There was still plenty of things for them to take. The less that needed to be cooked, the better.
Pulling out his knife and slipping it into the crack where the doors met, he wiggled it into place and began prying the doors apart. When they were open enough for him to get his fingers through, he pushed one open enough for him to squeeze through. Any space beg enough for him would be big enough for her, most definitely. When they were both inside, he pushed it back to its closed position.
Grabbing a shopping basket from the stack near the doors, he handed her one and kept one for himself. It was all about space control. He estimated that the two baskets would fit in his duffle bag, so it would be all they could take with them.
“Lets check it out.” He said, his knife still in his hand. He could smell rotten meat, but that only reinforced the observation that the power was out. A perfect camouflage for zombies.
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