Post by Rhinn on Oct 5, 2012 8:42:49 GMT -5
Jack Carter normally avoided the zoos. The thought of all those wild animals caged up like some sort of freak show turned his stomach. Of course now, a couple of years into the second outbreak, it was a welcome relief that the zoo was here. While most people were scrounging the stores and garbage bins for food, ample food was sitting here, waiting to be killed and eaten.
Of course that was assuming that they weren’t infected… which a good amount of the animals were.
Still, there was some food to be had here and he had already killed a small gazelle, gutted and cleaned it. There had been very little meat on it’s bones… it barely moved when he had approached it. But the bones still held precious marrow and he had drained what he could from it. What he couldn’t eat, he packaged up. He would put it back in his freezer in his van, which was just around the corner… which is where he was headed.
Up ahead, he heard a growl, followed quickly by three or four gunshots in rapid succession. He stopped for a second, checking his rifle and then his hand going to his sidearm to reassure him that it was still there.
“Damn it”, he muttered. Now, should he go and see what had happened or should he just ignore it? Normally, he would just sneak out the back and not make his presence known, but something made him move closer. If they had killed a lion, which by the sound of the growl, they might have more meet and marrow then they know what to do with. So cautiously he approached. As he turned the corner, he saw the downed animal and two women standing nearby. One had a sidearm drawn. She must have been a precise shot because not many people can bring down a lion with that small of a caliber. He also noticed that the lion was infected… such a waste.
He looked at the two women, both looking decidedly military. He gave a wave.
“Hey...”, he stammered. "I heard shots." Stating the obvious.
Of course that was assuming that they weren’t infected… which a good amount of the animals were.
Still, there was some food to be had here and he had already killed a small gazelle, gutted and cleaned it. There had been very little meat on it’s bones… it barely moved when he had approached it. But the bones still held precious marrow and he had drained what he could from it. What he couldn’t eat, he packaged up. He would put it back in his freezer in his van, which was just around the corner… which is where he was headed.
Up ahead, he heard a growl, followed quickly by three or four gunshots in rapid succession. He stopped for a second, checking his rifle and then his hand going to his sidearm to reassure him that it was still there.
“Damn it”, he muttered. Now, should he go and see what had happened or should he just ignore it? Normally, he would just sneak out the back and not make his presence known, but something made him move closer. If they had killed a lion, which by the sound of the growl, they might have more meet and marrow then they know what to do with. So cautiously he approached. As he turned the corner, he saw the downed animal and two women standing nearby. One had a sidearm drawn. She must have been a precise shot because not many people can bring down a lion with that small of a caliber. He also noticed that the lion was infected… such a waste.
He looked at the two women, both looking decidedly military. He gave a wave.
“Hey...”, he stammered. "I heard shots." Stating the obvious.