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Albany
Jul 22, 2013 2:26:09 GMT
Post by Alex Valentine on Jul 22, 2013 2:26:09 GMT
Alex was walking down a cement road ween he found the small town of Albany, a small town decaying into waste and ruin like the rest of the world. Alex walked into the town square, there was a bar, a supermarket, a town hall and a sheriffs office. Alex started walking down the decaying sidewalk to the supermarket, hoping that he would be able to find supplies. Hope is all that he had. Alex had no one with him, he was all alone. Alex had opened the door to the supermarket and pulled out his .48 caliber revolver, his rifle was nearly out of ammo. Alex was meet with the smell of decaying smell of flesh. He knew something bad happened here, he prepared himself for the smell as he fully stepped into the super market.
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Albany
Jul 22, 2013 6:07:27 GMT
Post by Eris Kale on Jul 22, 2013 6:07:27 GMT
Everything about the place spoke the word 'decay'. Tendrils of fungi leaked from the ceiling in the back of the store, the musty dank air glittering with spores. Toward the front of the store where shards of glass littered the floor, the aisles had been mostly stripped clean. Some of them had been toppled over, perhaps used as a make-shift fort against a horde of infected that had long since passed. Dried blood and corpses laid against the dirty tiles, their bones and rotten flesh barely discernible under the thick layer of mud that had coated every inch of the supermarket's interior. A car could be seen poking through the side of the wall, its rusty metal and popped bonnet suggesting it too, had been stripped dry.
However, if survivors were to learn a lesson in this darkened world, it was that supplies were usually scattered everywhere. It was amazing the shit you could find in the most unlikely of places. A high shrill suddenly entered the area, a figure ensconced in the shadows and curtains of spores clambering behind the shelves, causing glass jars to tremble in its wake. A clicker, no doubt, and something quite small since no head or limbs could be spotted poking out from behind the aisle.
The shuffling of the clicker's feet stopped as it suddenly launched forward, the monster's limbs flailing out and knocking aside what seemed to be a decaying mannequin. A loud slush was heard as the wood collided with mud, leaving an indentation against the floor. Seems that wherever the mannequin had landed wasn't infact a tile floor, but something more sturdy, as if made out of rotting wood. Perhaps behind the counter was a door to a cellar...but how could Alex know unless he got close enough to tell?
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Albany
Jul 22, 2013 6:43:28 GMT
Post by Alex Valentine on Jul 22, 2013 6:43:28 GMT
Alex noticed the clicker and tried. To jump back out of the supermarket., if successful he would then look for something to throw at the clicker.,
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Albany
Jul 22, 2013 7:12:12 GMT
Post by Eris Kale on Jul 22, 2013 7:12:12 GMT
The movement behind the counter and its shelves only suggested that the clicker had moved on from its position and did not pursue the doctor by any means. The monster shambled into the back office, it's body unusually small for an infected. Groans and clicks could be heard echoing off in the back of the supermarket, perhaps buying the survivor enough time to get organised before the creature began to patrol again.
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