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Washington Outskirts, SB I-95 7:45 AM
It wasn't too long ago that the roads that Crawford traveled on were bustling with life... Now he stood on the shoulder of a interstate full of abandoned cars and hopes of leaving the cities during the outbreak. The vehicle, a Chevrolet Impala that had gotten him soo far rested before him with the hood open and a lot of disappointment before him. Initial inspection revealed an issue with the alternator, and with current circumstances the man wasn't going to be able to do much of anything about this situation. The car was dead, along with his hopes of making it to Mayport in less than a week. All Crawford could do now was kick the car then look southbound down the desolate I-95 interstate.
"I should've looked for a better set of wheels." The ex-cop muttered as he walked over to the front passenger side of his now dead car, where his pack and long rifle had been situated ever since he set out from New York a couple days ago. He reached in and grabbed the bag and gun, pulling the sling attached to the Ar-15 on followed by the backpack straps. After grabbing hold of the weapon and giving it a brief look over, Crawford looked to the rising sun with a huff of disappointment shooting from his lungs. Staying here wasn't the option, not with the chance of those things finding him out in the open.
Present Time, Leavells, Virginia
The long hike while very exhausting was at least incident free. Aside from that though the trip so far was incident free. The tired out hiker eventually found refuge in Super Value Inn where the doors were still unlocked as in shattered during whatever chaos transpired here. He entered with his handgun drawn in the lowered ready level, his eyes darting across the dim room while he tried to listen to anything other than the sounds of glass shards crunching under his boots. The lobby was ransacked, and from the looks of it blood had splatted across the wall behind the counter. Crawford could feel something deep inside telling him not to press on, but naturally he did.. He had to find they key box and find somewhere to hide out for the night.
Behind the counter was not a sight for the weak at heart. Fortunately in this day and age it was almost the norm to Crawford. Walking around the counter he was exposed to a torn apart decomposing body that had been feasted on by the creatures that mindlessly roam the streets. He stared in silence for the longest, wondering who this poor soul was. Judging from the looks of it the kill wasn't recent... He chalked it up to just some employee who worked his/her last day for the Super Value Inn.
"God dammit..." Was all that he whispered as he carefully stepped over the body to slip into the manager's office. Fortunately for him the key card to the office was under the counter, sparing him of searching a decaying corpse. He'd get the door open then proceed to loot the key box for a hotel room key. Crawford chose a room in the far back of the complex. After collecting the key he started out the lobby, but then stopped to look at the body one more time. He didn't know the poor soul, but he couldn't leave that behind. Nearby was a janitor closet that looked to have been clean out, but some replacement shower curtains remained. He'd use one to cover up the body before heading out to search for the room he would be hiding in for the night...
It wasn't too long ago that the roads that Crawford traveled on were bustling with life... Now he stood on the shoulder of a interstate full of abandoned cars and hopes of leaving the cities during the outbreak. The vehicle, a Chevrolet Impala that had gotten him soo far rested before him with the hood open and a lot of disappointment before him. Initial inspection revealed an issue with the alternator, and with current circumstances the man wasn't going to be able to do much of anything about this situation. The car was dead, along with his hopes of making it to Mayport in less than a week. All Crawford could do now was kick the car then look southbound down the desolate I-95 interstate.
"I should've looked for a better set of wheels." The ex-cop muttered as he walked over to the front passenger side of his now dead car, where his pack and long rifle had been situated ever since he set out from New York a couple days ago. He reached in and grabbed the bag and gun, pulling the sling attached to the Ar-15 on followed by the backpack straps. After grabbing hold of the weapon and giving it a brief look over, Crawford looked to the rising sun with a huff of disappointment shooting from his lungs. Staying here wasn't the option, not with the chance of those things finding him out in the open.
Present Time, Leavells, Virginia
The long hike while very exhausting was at least incident free. Aside from that though the trip so far was incident free. The tired out hiker eventually found refuge in Super Value Inn where the doors were still unlocked as in shattered during whatever chaos transpired here. He entered with his handgun drawn in the lowered ready level, his eyes darting across the dim room while he tried to listen to anything other than the sounds of glass shards crunching under his boots. The lobby was ransacked, and from the looks of it blood had splatted across the wall behind the counter. Crawford could feel something deep inside telling him not to press on, but naturally he did.. He had to find they key box and find somewhere to hide out for the night.
Behind the counter was not a sight for the weak at heart. Fortunately in this day and age it was almost the norm to Crawford. Walking around the counter he was exposed to a torn apart decomposing body that had been feasted on by the creatures that mindlessly roam the streets. He stared in silence for the longest, wondering who this poor soul was. Judging from the looks of it the kill wasn't recent... He chalked it up to just some employee who worked his/her last day for the Super Value Inn.
"God dammit..." Was all that he whispered as he carefully stepped over the body to slip into the manager's office. Fortunately for him the key card to the office was under the counter, sparing him of searching a decaying corpse. He'd get the door open then proceed to loot the key box for a hotel room key. Crawford chose a room in the far back of the complex. After collecting the key he started out the lobby, but then stopped to look at the body one more time. He didn't know the poor soul, but he couldn't leave that behind. Nearby was a janitor closet that looked to have been clean out, but some replacement shower curtains remained. He'd use one to cover up the body before heading out to search for the room he would be hiding in for the night...