shit, trapped... I just had to get that last bottle of water. This place is almost completely crawling with them and all I've got is a god damn flashlight?! SHIT
Sinclair quickly lept over the counter of the mall he unfortunately locked himself in, in an unfortunate series of events. He stumbled through a couple of zombies bouncing off of some, his trusty flashlight in hand.
Sweat rolled down his face as he sat behind the counter, shaking hands and panicked breathing followed by the rushing of blood in his ears. A high pitch ringing in his overpowering the continuous moans of walking corpses around him.
The thick darkness allowed less than 3 feet of seeing distance but that was all a man needed to descend further into the chaos of insanity.
No gun to end his suffering, just the blunt end of a torch to maybe inflict some brain damage but his mind was not that far gone.
Sinclair had to get out, this store wasn't safe, albeit safer than the first floor but by far the safest place in his current location. The shuffling behind the counter grew steadily in numbers. Sinclair held the torch firmly in his hand ready to go down swinging.
Sinclair quickly lept over the counter of the mall he unfortunately locked himself in, in an unfortunate series of events. He stumbled through a couple of zombies bouncing off of some, his trusty flashlight in hand.
Sweat rolled down his face as he sat behind the counter, shaking hands and panicked breathing followed by the rushing of blood in his ears. A high pitch ringing in his overpowering the continuous moans of walking corpses around him.
The thick darkness allowed less than 3 feet of seeing distance but that was all a man needed to descend further into the chaos of insanity.
No gun to end his suffering, just the blunt end of a torch to maybe inflict some brain damage but his mind was not that far gone.
Sinclair had to get out, this store wasn't safe, albeit safer than the first floor but by far the safest place in his current location. The shuffling behind the counter grew steadily in numbers. Sinclair held the torch firmly in his hand ready to go down swinging.
rolled 1d20 and got 10
Loud rock music could be heard blaring iside the store followed by gunshots similar to smg firepower
"Whoo!!, Damn it feels good to let off steam."
Wraith yelled as he emptied half a mag into a crowd of undead wraith was wearing cast iron plate armor on his arms legs and chest a Confederate flag painted on the chest and liberty spike hair dew
"Whoo!!, Damn it feels good to let off steam."
Wraith yelled as he emptied half a mag into a crowd of undead wraith was wearing cast iron plate armor on his arms legs and chest a Confederate flag painted on the chest and liberty spike hair dew
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