Post by jt on Jan 4, 2011 13:34:59 GMT -5
Run As Fast As You Can
"Syyler You Lucky Bastard" That was the phrase on replay in little J.T's mind, the vvery last thing his best friend said before the zombies showed up and chewed him to bits. J.T was what you would call a loner and he knew that very well. He made it his job to kill zombies, of course without being a total Crosshair. He gave a sigh he had missed the old world, now the only thing that mattered here were zombies and exactly how to dispatch them without dispatching yourself in the process.
He let himself wince feeling the cut on his belly sting as the cool air hit it, he hadnt gotten bit, he really had brushed up agaisnt the wrong thing and ended up cutting his side. He gave a growl as he pulled the armored SUV over into the ally next to a home.
He hadnt thought about the danger, so he kicked in the door his hands held up the leather bound gloves ready. He enjoyed punching or even ripping the zombies apart. Only thing good coming from a military father has to be how much you work out. He cracked his knuckles as he walked in the house closing the door shoving a small bookcase between it and a wall.
He walked in and began to case the house, the bottom up, he decided once he got to the stairs however that he was more tired then he thought. He sat on the couch as he felt the thing grab his leg. Standing he pulled it back as he grasped the closest thing to his hand, A stray frying pan and braought it down on the things skull.
As he lifted his weapon he looked and gave a small laugh. "...Jesus....People are gonna think i was scratched..." He said with a laugh. He had a sick sense of humor.