EpicVakarian
Calibration-Master General
Rosalyn beckoned silently to Oliver, drawing him closer. They were raiding a bakery; they were trying to find some bread to fill their stomachs. However, they hadn't accounted for the thin aisles between the long-cold ovens. As Oliver came alongside her, crouched down like she was, she leaned in closer.
"Four of them," she whispered. "Two to the left, two to the right. I've got left. Meet in the middle when you're done." Oliver nodded, and they split up. Rosalyn, still crouching down so as not to alert the infected to their presence, headed left, drawing her machete.
The first infected came into view, thankfully facing away from Rosalyn as she turned a corner. The quiet snarls and groans still sent chills down her spine. She drew closer, and closer, then swiftly stood up and buried her blade in the corpse's throat. There was a quiet gurgle; loud enough to draw the attention of the other infected on the left, but not enough for the infected on the right side to hear. She pressed her body into cover, listening for the slow shuffling of the corpse's feet. As it wandered round the corner, Rosalyn jumped up again and shoved her machete up through its head, from chin to cranium.
Satisfied, she retreated to the middle, staying quiet until Oliver turned up; at which point, she stood up and spoke normally.
"Right, lets strip the place down."
Ten minutes later, both of them had filled their bags with loaves of bread. They headed out of the bakery, walking out of the suburb.
In an entirely different suburb lay their claimed house, a nice large house with plenty of room, in a cul-de-sac, meaning it was easily defensible. They'd knocked down the two houses on either side to make room for a solid fence, too. Oliver held the key, and he unlocked the gate, letting them both in.
Rosalyn unpacked her loaves of bread into a cupboard, heading upstairs without a word to read. Oliver didn't take it personally; he knew Rosalyn preferred to be alone. She had a copy of Of Mice and Men that she'd found weeks ago, and had already finished it three times. Throwing her bags and weaponry into the chest at the foot of the bed, she dropped herself down onto the bed and opened the book, continuing her read and waiting for night to fall.
"Four of them," she whispered. "Two to the left, two to the right. I've got left. Meet in the middle when you're done." Oliver nodded, and they split up. Rosalyn, still crouching down so as not to alert the infected to their presence, headed left, drawing her machete.
The first infected came into view, thankfully facing away from Rosalyn as she turned a corner. The quiet snarls and groans still sent chills down her spine. She drew closer, and closer, then swiftly stood up and buried her blade in the corpse's throat. There was a quiet gurgle; loud enough to draw the attention of the other infected on the left, but not enough for the infected on the right side to hear. She pressed her body into cover, listening for the slow shuffling of the corpse's feet. As it wandered round the corner, Rosalyn jumped up again and shoved her machete up through its head, from chin to cranium.
Satisfied, she retreated to the middle, staying quiet until Oliver turned up; at which point, she stood up and spoke normally.
"Right, lets strip the place down."
Ten minutes later, both of them had filled their bags with loaves of bread. They headed out of the bakery, walking out of the suburb.
In an entirely different suburb lay their claimed house, a nice large house with plenty of room, in a cul-de-sac, meaning it was easily defensible. They'd knocked down the two houses on either side to make room for a solid fence, too. Oliver held the key, and he unlocked the gate, letting them both in.
Rosalyn unpacked her loaves of bread into a cupboard, heading upstairs without a word to read. Oliver didn't take it personally; he knew Rosalyn preferred to be alone. She had a copy of Of Mice and Men that she'd found weeks ago, and had already finished it three times. Throwing her bags and weaponry into the chest at the foot of the bed, she dropped herself down onto the bed and opened the book, continuing her read and waiting for night to fall.