Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Sept 3, 2010 16:43:35 GMT -6
Chuck Greene drives along the empty road leaving Las Vegas behind, forcing the image of his wife turning and assaulting their daughter out of his mind. "How did it happen? I had her in my hands and in less than five seconds they got her..." Chuck bashes the steering wheel in frustration, accidentally honking the horn in the process.
"D-daddy?" Katie stirs in the passenger seat of Chuck's truck, lazily rubbing her eyes as she sits up straight. "Oh, hey sweetie. How are you feeling?" Chuck inquires about his daughter's bite, it's already been quite a few hours since her last injection of the drug Zombrex. "My shoulder itches, is it almost time for anther shot?" She pleads with wide, puppy dog eye in an attempt to avoid receiving her shot, still unaware of its true purpose. "Sorry, Katie, but you know you have to have your shot. Let's go ahead and get it over with, I need to fill the truck up anyway."
Chuck pulls into an abandoned gas station on the outskirts of the small town of Still Creek, a hole-in-the wall settlement with a supposed population of less than 800 people. Chuck shifts the truck into park and reaches for a case of Zombrex. He clutches the white syringe tightly and wonders how in the world he will sustain Katie for the days to come. Remaining strong for his daughter, he injects the needle quickly, administers the medicine, and withdraws it to end the discomfort of his daughter.
Chuck exits the truck and discards the now empty syringe, stretching to limber himself after the hours long drive he had to endure. "I'll be done soon, Honey." Katie nods at her daddy and smiles, fiddling with her fingers while beginning the wait. Chuck strolls to a gas pump and leans on it briefly as he ponders everything that's happened thus far. The outbreak in Vegas happened so swiftly nobody had any time to react. The zombies stormed his family's hotel and massacred everyone within, leaving no stone unturned as they steadily progressed, one floor at a time. An ambush on the fourth floor is where tragedy struck and Chuck lost his wife.
A news cast on the radio fills him in on what has happened lately, the reporter stating, "This is Rebecca Chang reporting live from just outside Las Vegas. It has been almost twelve hours since the first report of a zombie outbreak in Las Vegas. The death toll is estimated to be one-hundred thousand and as many as a staggering one million people may be infected." Chuck groans at the mention of the statistics, flabbergasted by the sheer amount of the numbers. "God damn zombies...." He mutters as the price on the pump uselessly runs higher.
"Daddy, can we go get something to eat, I'm hungry." Katie asks playfully and points to the empty gas station. "Okay, maybe we can find your favorite snack." Chuck chuckles and lifts his daughter out of the truck and carries her inside, leaving his favorite jacket behind in the seat.
Jets roar overhead as the military responds to the Vegas outbreak, no doubt eradicating zombies as this very moment as Chuck walks. Before they even enter the store, the engine of his truck roars to life and blasts down the road. "Noooo!" Chuck sets Katie down and gives chase out of sheer frustration, rational thought not returning until he is several feet down the road. "Bastard." Chuck returns to Katie as there is nothing else he can do save for contain his anger so as to not lash out at his daughter.
"Are we going to be staying here, Daddy?" Katie asks sweetly. "For now honey. Daddy will think of something though." Chuck sees they have made their way into the garage of the station. The chassis of a broken down motorbike sits longingly on the ground, relieving Chuck's short concern of how to escape. I can fix this. All I need are the right parts.
With a plan firmly set, Chuck needs to address several concerns. First is finding more Zombrex for Katie, she won't need any for another twelve hours but Chuck knows that will be here before he knows it. The next is possibly looking for other survivors, he saw a few zombies on the way in but not enough to answer for the entire population. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me.
Before doing anything else though, Chuck decides it is time to find a weapon. Luckily for him, a baseball bat and box of nails lie next to workbench with a wealthy supply duct tape. Chuck smiles deviously as he quickly constructs a combination with the two, his expertise in makeshift weaponry allowing for a devastating result. He makes sure Katie is safe before even thinking about leaving. Spiked bat in hand, Chuck then exits the station and begins his venture into the sleepy hamlet of Still Creek.
Health: 100%
Inventory: Spiked bat (100%)
Entourage: Nobody
Current time: 7 a.m.
A) Begin the hunt for Zombrex, Chuck should go ahead and get this worry out of the way
B) Search nearby for other survivors, there will be time to find Zombrex later but people in need of assistance can't wait
C) Set off in a general direction and explore, Chuck should get to know his surroundings before anything
D) Head back into the station, Chuck wants to check on Katie one last time
And so it begins.
"D-daddy?" Katie stirs in the passenger seat of Chuck's truck, lazily rubbing her eyes as she sits up straight. "Oh, hey sweetie. How are you feeling?" Chuck inquires about his daughter's bite, it's already been quite a few hours since her last injection of the drug Zombrex. "My shoulder itches, is it almost time for anther shot?" She pleads with wide, puppy dog eye in an attempt to avoid receiving her shot, still unaware of its true purpose. "Sorry, Katie, but you know you have to have your shot. Let's go ahead and get it over with, I need to fill the truck up anyway."
Chuck pulls into an abandoned gas station on the outskirts of the small town of Still Creek, a hole-in-the wall settlement with a supposed population of less than 800 people. Chuck shifts the truck into park and reaches for a case of Zombrex. He clutches the white syringe tightly and wonders how in the world he will sustain Katie for the days to come. Remaining strong for his daughter, he injects the needle quickly, administers the medicine, and withdraws it to end the discomfort of his daughter.
Chuck exits the truck and discards the now empty syringe, stretching to limber himself after the hours long drive he had to endure. "I'll be done soon, Honey." Katie nods at her daddy and smiles, fiddling with her fingers while beginning the wait. Chuck strolls to a gas pump and leans on it briefly as he ponders everything that's happened thus far. The outbreak in Vegas happened so swiftly nobody had any time to react. The zombies stormed his family's hotel and massacred everyone within, leaving no stone unturned as they steadily progressed, one floor at a time. An ambush on the fourth floor is where tragedy struck and Chuck lost his wife.
A news cast on the radio fills him in on what has happened lately, the reporter stating, "This is Rebecca Chang reporting live from just outside Las Vegas. It has been almost twelve hours since the first report of a zombie outbreak in Las Vegas. The death toll is estimated to be one-hundred thousand and as many as a staggering one million people may be infected." Chuck groans at the mention of the statistics, flabbergasted by the sheer amount of the numbers. "God damn zombies...." He mutters as the price on the pump uselessly runs higher.
"Daddy, can we go get something to eat, I'm hungry." Katie asks playfully and points to the empty gas station. "Okay, maybe we can find your favorite snack." Chuck chuckles and lifts his daughter out of the truck and carries her inside, leaving his favorite jacket behind in the seat.
Jets roar overhead as the military responds to the Vegas outbreak, no doubt eradicating zombies as this very moment as Chuck walks. Before they even enter the store, the engine of his truck roars to life and blasts down the road. "Noooo!" Chuck sets Katie down and gives chase out of sheer frustration, rational thought not returning until he is several feet down the road. "Bastard." Chuck returns to Katie as there is nothing else he can do save for contain his anger so as to not lash out at his daughter.
"Are we going to be staying here, Daddy?" Katie asks sweetly. "For now honey. Daddy will think of something though." Chuck sees they have made their way into the garage of the station. The chassis of a broken down motorbike sits longingly on the ground, relieving Chuck's short concern of how to escape. I can fix this. All I need are the right parts.
With a plan firmly set, Chuck needs to address several concerns. First is finding more Zombrex for Katie, she won't need any for another twelve hours but Chuck knows that will be here before he knows it. The next is possibly looking for other survivors, he saw a few zombies on the way in but not enough to answer for the entire population. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me.
Before doing anything else though, Chuck decides it is time to find a weapon. Luckily for him, a baseball bat and box of nails lie next to workbench with a wealthy supply duct tape. Chuck smiles deviously as he quickly constructs a combination with the two, his expertise in makeshift weaponry allowing for a devastating result. He makes sure Katie is safe before even thinking about leaving. Spiked bat in hand, Chuck then exits the station and begins his venture into the sleepy hamlet of Still Creek.
Health: 100%
Inventory: Spiked bat (100%)
Entourage: Nobody
Current time: 7 a.m.
A) Begin the hunt for Zombrex, Chuck should go ahead and get this worry out of the way
B) Search nearby for other survivors, there will be time to find Zombrex later but people in need of assistance can't wait
C) Set off in a general direction and explore, Chuck should get to know his surroundings before anything
D) Head back into the station, Chuck wants to check on Katie one last time
And so it begins.