Screw this. You have a job to do.
You walk downtown to work. You unlock the shop and open for the day.
You turn on the lights and put the open sign on the door.
You work at a pawnshop. Hopefully whatever that weirdness back there was doesn't adversely effect business too much.
You wait some time but no customers come. You take a lunch break and turn on the tv.
<update on the strange happenings in the last few hours. Residents are advised to either stay in their homes or evacuate when the military comes. What is believed to be a strange biological/chemical attack on our home soil has resulted in a pandemic of sorts. Mass hysteria has ensued with people claiming to have seen dead loved ones walking the streets. If you do encounter anyone acting strangely, you are advised to avoid contact. Some looting has been reported....>
"Shit."
You down your soda and clean and arm your gun.
You turn off the tv and head out front.
A man wearing a faded suit stands in the corner gazing at the vintage jukebox's lights.
"Excuse me sir, can I help you?" You ask.
He starts and slowly turns.
"Holy mother of..."
You exclaim at the sight.
His skin is wizened, rotted in places his hair lanky, his mouth disgusting. His eyes are little brown globs. He let's out a moan and starts shuffling towards you.
"A freakin zombie?"
You take aim and wait for it to clear the merchandise then shoot it in the head.
Goo and flesh splatters. It drops.
You immidiatly lock the front door and put the sign to closed. Gazing out the front window, you see more of them slowly wandering.
In the distance you see a jeep approaching. |