Post by 340402309 on Apr 19, 2013 17:07:32 GMT -5
The barrel of a gun pressed up against Dimitry's temple...
der'mo... I knew I should've left...
"Yeah. You should've." Said Dimitry's assailant. He was massive. Was a good seven or so inches taller than him. He'd better take this easy, and play his cards right, or be ready for the consequences... "Now you're going to put down your pack, and give me that pretty knife if you don't want to end up like that annoying little shit down the hall."
"What!?" Clammored Dimitry. "What did you do with carl!?" The man smacked him in the back of the head, and Dimitry was out cold.
Dimitry awoke unsure of how long he had been out. It was hard for him to come too at first. His vision blurry, his head aching, and all he could hear was shambling. He was tied up. He panicked at first, but immediately silenced himself as he saw the asailant by a door. He was knelt down, it looked as if he was messing with a door handle. Dimitry screwed around with the knot that tied his hands behind his back. It didn't seem like it was very tight. He must've done it in a hurry. Dimitry fucked with the knot as quick as he could, slowly unraveling it. It was coming, but taking time. He kept a close eye on his attacker, ready to pretend he was asleep if needed. The knot was so loose now, freedom was within his grasp. Soon as he had it undone, he was going to get up, grab the stool nearby, and knock out the asailant. Just another minute... Dimitry wiggled around a bit too hard, and knocked over a glass on a box next to him. The asailant, also looking panicked, turned around, dropped what he was doing. The handle fell off the door he was working on. He came over to Dimitry with the look to kill in his eyes.
"f*ck. YOU." Dimitry screamed at his opponent, as he got punched in the face by his attacker's giant hand. Dimitry was feeling that one. It didn't knock him out again, but it certainly intensified his headache. He felt blood run from his nose. Dazed again, Dimitry continued to work at the knot as much as he could. Barely conscious, the knot came loose, and Dimitry heard screaming, tearing, and gunshots. Two to be exact. As Dimitry shook off as much as the pain, and dazed fog that was overcoming him as he could. He looked over, his attacker was being fed on. HIs legs were torn to shreds, and blood was everywhere, and there was a child feeding on him. It was horrifying. The gun was lying next to the body. Dimitry tried to balance himself, and stand up. Never before had something so simple, been so hard. Dimitry gained his balance, still a bit dazed, he went over to the gun, and picked it up. It was his fathers MP433 with a tactical light. He looked at what was feeding on the man. It was Carl... But it wasn't. He was... One of those things. Dimitry felt so sick, and was about to throw up, but something had to be done first... He looked at Carl. Dimitry didn't know Carl for long, and he was younger, but they were good friends. And he liked the little guy.. He pointed the gun at what Carl was now...
A tear ran down Dimitry's cheek as the gunshot echoed through the building...
Dimitry didn't want to waste anymore time in that hellhole of a building. He quickly gathered himself, his pack, and knife. Then looked for supplies in the attacker's apartment. Found a couple bottles of water, another box rounds for the gun which he assumed the attacker had stolen and it's holster, which he secured to his waist. An extra empty clip, and an apple which he ate for some nutrition and energy. Before he left, he noticed a piece of paper in the attacker's shirt pocket. It was an application. For an office building down the street. Trevor Whittaker was his name. Dimitry looked as his now multilated corpse, and wanted to say he got what he deserved, but Dimitry wasn't a vengeful person, and at the very least... From what he did with Carl... Keeping his new form.. As a sort of derranged pet, it looked like justice had been served.
Reading over the back of the application, this place sounded pretty nice when it was an active work building.. An always readily available water supply, snacks, and lunchens every day, and a friendly environment.
"Wait a minute..." Dimitry knew this place. He walked by it daily on his routes. He felt suddenly drawn to check this place out. He put the application in his back pocket, slammed the door to the apartment, quickly made his way to the entrance, turned around as let the open door close behind him. "I'm sorry papa... I hope you're with me still. I'm going to need you more than ever now"
5:30 PM
The sun was getting dimmer, Dimitry made his way down the stained, and now quiet streets. It seemd he missed most of the initial confusion, and riots during his time in the apartment complex. He arrived outside the office building on the streets. Dimitry had loaded both clips before leaving his former home for the MP433. A combined total of 36 readily available bullets. Left him with two boxes of munition left. He was still going to rely on his knife for the most part, but he was ready when it was needed.
Dimitry held his weapon at the ready, turned on the light, and had his knife at the ready in a tactical fasion. The base floor was deserted, and empty. Drawers opened everywhere behind the desk, stains, and broken furniture was everywhere else. An open door was on the right, he proceeded further into the building, heading up the stairway, since the elevator seemed to be out of working order. There was a door with a bunch of stacked up furniture in front of it, as there was clearly a pack of those things behind it, banging on the door. It looked like it would hold, and it obviously had for however long it had been there already. He hoped he could find survivors, or at least a survivor...
He proceeded up a couple more flights of stairs until he reached another barricaded door. But none of those things were behind it. He looked through the small window, and saw someone sleeping at the other end of the room. They didn't look infected. Dimitry felt the most joy he had felt all day. Knocking on the door, he yelled "Hey! Hey!! Over here! I'm not infected!!! Hey! Let me in! I have some supplies! I'm armed and am here to help!" He could get over the barricade, but the door was locked.
He heard glass and wood breaking downstairs. That door wasn't holding anymore, and he heard shambling. Those infected were coming after him.
Dimitry prayed and hit the door, screaming, trying to get the attention of the person inside. He was about to break the glass on the door to get her attention.
One of the infected had made it's way up another flight of stairs, and was behind Dimitry, he shot a single round at it.
The sound echoed throughout the building...
der'mo... I knew I should've left...
"Yeah. You should've." Said Dimitry's assailant. He was massive. Was a good seven or so inches taller than him. He'd better take this easy, and play his cards right, or be ready for the consequences... "Now you're going to put down your pack, and give me that pretty knife if you don't want to end up like that annoying little shit down the hall."
"What!?" Clammored Dimitry. "What did you do with carl!?" The man smacked him in the back of the head, and Dimitry was out cold.
Dimitry awoke unsure of how long he had been out. It was hard for him to come too at first. His vision blurry, his head aching, and all he could hear was shambling. He was tied up. He panicked at first, but immediately silenced himself as he saw the asailant by a door. He was knelt down, it looked as if he was messing with a door handle. Dimitry screwed around with the knot that tied his hands behind his back. It didn't seem like it was very tight. He must've done it in a hurry. Dimitry fucked with the knot as quick as he could, slowly unraveling it. It was coming, but taking time. He kept a close eye on his attacker, ready to pretend he was asleep if needed. The knot was so loose now, freedom was within his grasp. Soon as he had it undone, he was going to get up, grab the stool nearby, and knock out the asailant. Just another minute... Dimitry wiggled around a bit too hard, and knocked over a glass on a box next to him. The asailant, also looking panicked, turned around, dropped what he was doing. The handle fell off the door he was working on. He came over to Dimitry with the look to kill in his eyes.
"f*ck. YOU." Dimitry screamed at his opponent, as he got punched in the face by his attacker's giant hand. Dimitry was feeling that one. It didn't knock him out again, but it certainly intensified his headache. He felt blood run from his nose. Dazed again, Dimitry continued to work at the knot as much as he could. Barely conscious, the knot came loose, and Dimitry heard screaming, tearing, and gunshots. Two to be exact. As Dimitry shook off as much as the pain, and dazed fog that was overcoming him as he could. He looked over, his attacker was being fed on. HIs legs were torn to shreds, and blood was everywhere, and there was a child feeding on him. It was horrifying. The gun was lying next to the body. Dimitry tried to balance himself, and stand up. Never before had something so simple, been so hard. Dimitry gained his balance, still a bit dazed, he went over to the gun, and picked it up. It was his fathers MP433 with a tactical light. He looked at what was feeding on the man. It was Carl... But it wasn't. He was... One of those things. Dimitry felt so sick, and was about to throw up, but something had to be done first... He looked at Carl. Dimitry didn't know Carl for long, and he was younger, but they were good friends. And he liked the little guy.. He pointed the gun at what Carl was now...
A tear ran down Dimitry's cheek as the gunshot echoed through the building...
Dimitry didn't want to waste anymore time in that hellhole of a building. He quickly gathered himself, his pack, and knife. Then looked for supplies in the attacker's apartment. Found a couple bottles of water, another box rounds for the gun which he assumed the attacker had stolen and it's holster, which he secured to his waist. An extra empty clip, and an apple which he ate for some nutrition and energy. Before he left, he noticed a piece of paper in the attacker's shirt pocket. It was an application. For an office building down the street. Trevor Whittaker was his name. Dimitry looked as his now multilated corpse, and wanted to say he got what he deserved, but Dimitry wasn't a vengeful person, and at the very least... From what he did with Carl... Keeping his new form.. As a sort of derranged pet, it looked like justice had been served.
Reading over the back of the application, this place sounded pretty nice when it was an active work building.. An always readily available water supply, snacks, and lunchens every day, and a friendly environment.
"Wait a minute..." Dimitry knew this place. He walked by it daily on his routes. He felt suddenly drawn to check this place out. He put the application in his back pocket, slammed the door to the apartment, quickly made his way to the entrance, turned around as let the open door close behind him. "I'm sorry papa... I hope you're with me still. I'm going to need you more than ever now"
5:30 PM
The sun was getting dimmer, Dimitry made his way down the stained, and now quiet streets. It seemd he missed most of the initial confusion, and riots during his time in the apartment complex. He arrived outside the office building on the streets. Dimitry had loaded both clips before leaving his former home for the MP433. A combined total of 36 readily available bullets. Left him with two boxes of munition left. He was still going to rely on his knife for the most part, but he was ready when it was needed.
Dimitry held his weapon at the ready, turned on the light, and had his knife at the ready in a tactical fasion. The base floor was deserted, and empty. Drawers opened everywhere behind the desk, stains, and broken furniture was everywhere else. An open door was on the right, he proceeded further into the building, heading up the stairway, since the elevator seemed to be out of working order. There was a door with a bunch of stacked up furniture in front of it, as there was clearly a pack of those things behind it, banging on the door. It looked like it would hold, and it obviously had for however long it had been there already. He hoped he could find survivors, or at least a survivor...
He proceeded up a couple more flights of stairs until he reached another barricaded door. But none of those things were behind it. He looked through the small window, and saw someone sleeping at the other end of the room. They didn't look infected. Dimitry felt the most joy he had felt all day. Knocking on the door, he yelled "Hey! Hey!! Over here! I'm not infected!!! Hey! Let me in! I have some supplies! I'm armed and am here to help!" He could get over the barricade, but the door was locked.
He heard glass and wood breaking downstairs. That door wasn't holding anymore, and he heard shambling. Those infected were coming after him.
Dimitry prayed and hit the door, screaming, trying to get the attention of the person inside. He was about to break the glass on the door to get her attention.
One of the infected had made it's way up another flight of stairs, and was behind Dimitry, he shot a single round at it.
The sound echoed throughout the building...