As the shards of glass tinkled out of the frame, Chez turned to the door and pushed it open feeling defeated by his own thoughts. As he stared at the ground he noticed the blood trail leading to the side of the car on the rack. He levelled the Beretta as he walked forward towards the car expecting the worst from the end of the trail, he wasn't surprised when he seen a body that had been ripped to shreds from the undead that roamed these places, what did surprise him was the badge on the suit the corpse wore, it had the badge of that new company that had set up here not long ago...Umbrella...what the hell was he doing here then ?
They never had anything to do with his junk yard unless they had been trying to find one to take back to check what was happening. Raz was squeaking frantically in his pouch on Chez's belt and refused to come out when Chez opened it up. It was then all hell broke loose, they had found him, just the stupid zombie ones, not the ones that chased him before, it was the 6 from the night before, the gun made it easier.
*Bang* *Crack* repeated with each attack, one shot one hit with the iron, 3 bullets, 3 swings 6 undead, killed. The effort left him tired as the attacks took quite a bit of power to kill them. As he regained his breath, Raz quietened down when they stopped twitching. Chez started laughing when he worked out that he had his own little detector in a pouch with him. It broke the tension and helped him refocus on his next move, the mall, he needed food, downside? They're would be a lot of the fuckers there, but then again there might be survivors, it was worth the risk, sort of.
They never had anything to do with his junk yard unless they had been trying to find one to take back to check what was happening. Raz was squeaking frantically in his pouch on Chez's belt and refused to come out when Chez opened it up. It was then all hell broke loose, they had found him, just the stupid zombie ones, not the ones that chased him before, it was the 6 from the night before, the gun made it easier.
*Bang* *Crack* repeated with each attack, one shot one hit with the iron, 3 bullets, 3 swings 6 undead, killed. The effort left him tired as the attacks took quite a bit of power to kill them. As he regained his breath, Raz quietened down when they stopped twitching. Chez started laughing when he worked out that he had his own little detector in a pouch with him. It broke the tension and helped him refocus on his next move, the mall, he needed food, downside? They're would be a lot of the fuckers there, but then again there might be survivors, it was worth the risk, sort of.
