To be finished when Kiro returns.
??? Hours Into The Outbreak
As he laid in the beating sun, Eric set down the radio turning it down low just loud enough where he could hear a sound if someone responded. From that point he sat up to take his backpack off and adjusted it behind his figure slipping his jacket off looking it over one more time. He moved his hand straight across the bold lettering stitched in by his friend. This caused him to tear up a little but he quickly pushed them back and sat strong. Laying the jacket beside him, He let his figure fall and his head hit the bag behind him. "Welp.... I'm gonna die up here. To the skies. I guess...."
He muttered the words to himself and pulled his Ipod from his pocket putting a single headphone into his ear while scrolling through his list of songs. His focus stayed on the radio and his surroundings, handgun was in his lap now ready to go. He thought the ideas of the undead was nice, he could have a playground of nothing but destruction and killing. Yet look at him now. Up on a building, a minor horde holding a total of about twenty zombies.
He paused at his list of songs and selected one from the list. In his mind it was a hardcore song and would be a great one for the time being while he waited to eiither be rescued or killed. Of course he would shoot first on that matter. And the song began, Eric humming softly to it.
Through the course of the song the boy sighed letting his mind engulf him. One....Two....Three......Three men dead in the halls. Four....Five....... One down at the school, One down at the street. His mind pondered on the thought of killing another and if things went right out how he imagined they would eventually he would need to kill again. But it was ok if they were already dead right? Then he wasn't killing people he was killing....Things.... Inhuman things that shouldn't exist. But once again he knew he'd be faced with the task of killing another human at that. And then things would be worse from there.
Eric's thoughts caused him to cringe in anger, fear, sadness, depression, anything he could think of. On top of that he could count a sixth kill confirmed yet would not relate that to those of the beasts. His best friend was killed by those things and then she was finished off by him. One thing he could never forget on that matter. It would probably haunt him for years.
He felt the sun shining on his figure as he listened to the music. What was only minutes of him laying up there, had turned into at least an hour in his mind. It could have only been twenty maybe thirty. He felt as if he was waiting for a plant to grow into a tree at this rate.
Eric sighed softly at the skies and placed the Ipod on the warm concrete of a roof and moved peeking over the edge of the roof and peered down at the creatures. His eyes dull as he watched them move around. One looked as if it was sniffing the air trying to find his scent. Another, was munching on the body that held his blade in it's throat. He cringed at the matter staring it down. Of course he had his own confirmed kill of Five in total.
As he watched them maneuver he rubbed his eyes focusing on the rest. He was high enough to avoid detection but one particular matter would partake in him. One of the creatures, had begun to sniff at the blade, more or less where Eric had grasped it at and then slowly began sniffing the air. "No....He couldn't...." He spoke gently the creature had begun to hunt for the smell moving rather closer to him.
It was still a good ways out, but Eric knew it had picked up his scent. His clothes he wore probably reeked of his stench. His jacket was the only thing that would have a different scent but even that had probably wo
re off for the most part. Stunk of just old blood and Eric's natural smell. Yet here this creature was heading for him at a slow but it kept a pace to it. "Shit...." He spoke and quickly moved back onto the roof and half crawled half ran over to his items.
As he reached his things, he picked up the firearm, double checked to see it was loaded, and quickly turned off the Ipod stuffing it in his pocket. He then slipped his bag onto his back and readied himself for two things, either running or shooting. Which would come first was completely up to what would fall before him.
Whether he chose a choice or not one would be needed fast. There was the first option, where the creatures found him and made their way up there or him just taking off and diving to the next building with a chance of scaling that one. Not to mention, one beside him was a good Five feet taller and would give him more of a height advantage. From there he could probably try to parkour his way across a few more but he wasn't to fond of that idea and would likely end in him falling down a few stories and hitting the ground. This would not only injure him severely but it would also kill him in the end. Yet here he was with a dilemma.
Some time later, as the humvee pummeled down the Frederick Douglas Bridge, Eniko sat in complete silence, her face buried deep into her knees. Ever since she had entered the vehicle, she had barely even taken note of (much less thanked) the stranger who had so kindly stopped for her; but instead sunk into her seat, whilst tightly grasping her legs as if she was in a fetal position. She wanted to block out everything horrible. She didn’t want to see any of this crazy world.
However, as she felt the humvee begin to noticeably slow, Eniko cracked her lids to peer out of her cocoon, wondering if she and—er, what was his name?—had finally arrived at Anacostia-Bolling. It only took that small glance to see that they had indeed not. Rather, just beyond the hood, there stood a makeshift wall of debris that appeared to be some fifteen to twenty feet; a wall that was blocking their quickest way to the south side of the Anacostia River.
Eniko sighed in impatient consternation, inwardly hoping that whoever had built the barrier had done so to protect the side they were crossing over to, and not the other way around. Either way, they would now have to find another bridge, it seemed.
As the vehicle veered back north, Eniko slowly began to truly look at the chaos that reigned all around them. She was still locked in silence, and still inwardly mourned the loss of the society that had once been so good to her; as the music blared on the inside of the humvee and death ravaged the outside of it.
And that was when Eniko saw it:
LIFE.
Eniko broke free from her fetal position and shot upright, squinting to better see some gently moving silhouette in the distance. It appeared to be a man—a living man—one that seemed to be stranded on a roof. Feeling a rush of empathy (knowing how easily that could have been her), Eniko looked over at Ash with a poignant expression.
“Hey,” she whispered, speaking to the driver beside her for the first time in while. It was not quite loud enough, however (thanks to the music volume drowning her out).
“HEY!” Eniko quickly repeated in a shout, even as she unbuckled her seat belt to wiggle closer to Ash, placing herself in the middle so that the passenger seat would be freed up. She pointed towards a horde of dead in the distance, and then to the life that had been stranded by it. “There’s a man trapped on that roof! We should... pick him up, yea? Like you did for me?”
God. She would have to thank him for that later, she reminded herself.
Ash was eyeballing potential stopping points when the girl's shout pierced Blue Oyster Cult’s Reaper. Ash stopped the car and eyed the rooftop she pointed to. Shifting the vehicle into reverse the analyst backed into a location that would allow them to watch the rooftop. “Are you sure he’s alive?”
Ash didn't even wait for an answer. He grabbed the drone, unplugging the charge cable as he did. Opening the door he set it on the roof of the humvee before closing the door again. Grabbing the tablet he piloted the drone towards the rooftop. He approached from a direction the hoard below could not see. The drone hovered off the side of the building, out of reach of a person. As it hovered Ash studied the camera’s feed.
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