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Jonathan
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Jack continued to watch the two strangers threaten each other from the roof. He hoped calm heads would prevail...for everyone's sake.
Come on guys...I'm sure you've seen more than enough pointless death too...
In the end, he didn't know these people and if they decided to do something stupid, he was fairly certain his own safety wouldn't be threatened but deep down he continued to hold onto the hope that people could still manage some sort of humanity in the nightmare the world had become. Lost in his thoughts, Jack found himself staring unconsciously at the woman's dog. In some distant part of his mind he realized the dog was staring back at him. Silly dog... Then as if rising to the surface of a body of water from some dark depth, he snapped back to the present as he found that his eyes had migrated from the dog to the woman and she, having followed the gaze of her dog, was looking up at him.
Frick!
Once again he slipped his head out of sight from the street. There was no question she had seen him this time. Now what? What if things did go bad? What if she was crazy? What if she liked to sic that dog on more than walkers? What if...The dog barked loud and fierce. Was that because of him? His thoughts of safety were starting to show a little wear at the edges now. His heart began beating faster causing his mind to race along with it. As his blood flow and adrenaline began to increase so did the rest of his senses. He started breaking out the sounds of an increased number of walkers down in the street. A lot of them.
A herd must've passed through here last night and left some stragglers.
He hoped it wasn't so many walkers that he'd have to leave his make shift nest. It'd been a nice four days up here. Although he didn't want to take the chance of reinforcing his presence in the girl's mind, he had to risk another glance over the side and assess the situation he could hear developing. When he did he was surprised at the number of strays but thankfully not overwhelmed. This was not the most walkers he'd encountered in one place since the world changed. Not by a long shot. But still it would require some precaution on his part. And more on the part of the two strangers below. This could get ugly quick. Real quick.
Come on you two...move. Do something. You were ready enough to take action toward each other a minute ago...Do something!
Thankfully, they did. They entered the building. His building.
Ahhh balls...
They sure as hell better not bring that swarm into his building and mess up the good thing he had going. He wasn't exactly stoked that they were choosing his building but he also couldn't blame them either...and he was glad they might make it out of there...however they did it.
They must have gotten inside and closed the door to the street behind them because he could hear the walkers piling up at the door and the way their groans changed ever so slightly when they were mad and frustrated by an obstacle.
Good for them...and me I guess. Now what?
Jack held his head still, straining his ears and trying to focus them on what was going on inside the building below him. It was worthless. All he could hear was the disgruntled swarm of biters on the street.
Shut up, morons.
He walked over to the door that led to roof to see if he could pick sounds up from the stair case. Doing his best impression of a ninja he crept slowly toward the door, his body tense in the attempt to devote every bit of his consciousness to hearing. When the door banged against the chain he almost crapped himself.
BALLS! Balls balls balls balls balls!
The door banged again. Someone or something was testing his chain. Deep from within the building he began to hear moans. That was obviously a walker. Closer to the door however, he heard a dog's low growl and the sound of a blade's edge exhaling as it exited some kind of sheath. Moments later he heard the sickening crunches and gulps of blades entering only once-dead skulls and brains. He was at a decision point. Did he sit there waiting to see what happened, perhaps damning the girl in the process or did he go against his personal survival instinct and put himself at some level of peril. He could hear her swinging in the narrow stairway. *crunch...shhhhkkk* *crack...splat...shhhhhk* He listened to her split four or five walkers just outside the door.
It's probably just a couple dozen or so walkers from the floors I left behind. She can probably take care of herself. She probably doesn't want any help. What if her dog mistakes me for a walker and snacks on my Adam's apple? What if she's a psychopath? What if she's just a crazy nut job of a chick?
Some part of him wanted to believe that any one of those possibilities warranted inaction on his part. But another part of him, the real part of him, the part of him that the other survival part of him tried so hard keep alive, this part of him knew that he never really had a choice at all. Reaching into the neck of his shirt he pulled out the lock's key and slid the shoe string from around his neck and put it into the lock. With his other hand he reached down and picked up the cricket bat he always staged next to the door "just in case."
"Hey! Hey! I'm going to open the door. Be ready to get in here immediately. And make sure your dog doesn't mistake me for a walker! And don't do anything stupid. Alright!? Ok...1...2...3!"
With the last preparatory count, he turned the key causing the lock to spring open with an audible pop. Pulling hard on the handle he yanked the door open violently as the chain clinked it's way free and fell onto the pebbled roof. With cricket bat in hand he yelled at the hacking girl...
"Hurry hurry hurry!"
Come on guys...I'm sure you've seen more than enough pointless death too...
In the end, he didn't know these people and if they decided to do something stupid, he was fairly certain his own safety wouldn't be threatened but deep down he continued to hold onto the hope that people could still manage some sort of humanity in the nightmare the world had become. Lost in his thoughts, Jack found himself staring unconsciously at the woman's dog. In some distant part of his mind he realized the dog was staring back at him. Silly dog... Then as if rising to the surface of a body of water from some dark depth, he snapped back to the present as he found that his eyes had migrated from the dog to the woman and she, having followed the gaze of her dog, was looking up at him.
Frick!
Once again he slipped his head out of sight from the street. There was no question she had seen him this time. Now what? What if things did go bad? What if she was crazy? What if she liked to sic that dog on more than walkers? What if...The dog barked loud and fierce. Was that because of him? His thoughts of safety were starting to show a little wear at the edges now. His heart began beating faster causing his mind to race along with it. As his blood flow and adrenaline began to increase so did the rest of his senses. He started breaking out the sounds of an increased number of walkers down in the street. A lot of them.
A herd must've passed through here last night and left some stragglers.
He hoped it wasn't so many walkers that he'd have to leave his make shift nest. It'd been a nice four days up here. Although he didn't want to take the chance of reinforcing his presence in the girl's mind, he had to risk another glance over the side and assess the situation he could hear developing. When he did he was surprised at the number of strays but thankfully not overwhelmed. This was not the most walkers he'd encountered in one place since the world changed. Not by a long shot. But still it would require some precaution on his part. And more on the part of the two strangers below. This could get ugly quick. Real quick.
Come on you two...move. Do something. You were ready enough to take action toward each other a minute ago...Do something!
Thankfully, they did. They entered the building. His building.
Ahhh balls...
They sure as hell better not bring that swarm into his building and mess up the good thing he had going. He wasn't exactly stoked that they were choosing his building but he also couldn't blame them either...and he was glad they might make it out of there...however they did it.
They must have gotten inside and closed the door to the street behind them because he could hear the walkers piling up at the door and the way their groans changed ever so slightly when they were mad and frustrated by an obstacle.
Good for them...and me I guess. Now what?
Jack held his head still, straining his ears and trying to focus them on what was going on inside the building below him. It was worthless. All he could hear was the disgruntled swarm of biters on the street.
Shut up, morons.
He walked over to the door that led to roof to see if he could pick sounds up from the stair case. Doing his best impression of a ninja he crept slowly toward the door, his body tense in the attempt to devote every bit of his consciousness to hearing. When the door banged against the chain he almost crapped himself.
BALLS! Balls balls balls balls balls!
The door banged again. Someone or something was testing his chain. Deep from within the building he began to hear moans. That was obviously a walker. Closer to the door however, he heard a dog's low growl and the sound of a blade's edge exhaling as it exited some kind of sheath. Moments later he heard the sickening crunches and gulps of blades entering only once-dead skulls and brains. He was at a decision point. Did he sit there waiting to see what happened, perhaps damning the girl in the process or did he go against his personal survival instinct and put himself at some level of peril. He could hear her swinging in the narrow stairway. *crunch...shhhhkkk* *crack...splat...shhhhhk* He listened to her split four or five walkers just outside the door.
It's probably just a couple dozen or so walkers from the floors I left behind. She can probably take care of herself. She probably doesn't want any help. What if her dog mistakes me for a walker and snacks on my Adam's apple? What if she's a psychopath? What if she's just a crazy nut job of a chick?
Some part of him wanted to believe that any one of those possibilities warranted inaction on his part. But another part of him, the real part of him, the part of him that the other survival part of him tried so hard keep alive, this part of him knew that he never really had a choice at all. Reaching into the neck of his shirt he pulled out the lock's key and slid the shoe string from around his neck and put it into the lock. With his other hand he reached down and picked up the cricket bat he always staged next to the door "just in case."
"Hey! Hey! I'm going to open the door. Be ready to get in here immediately. And make sure your dog doesn't mistake me for a walker! And don't do anything stupid. Alright!? Ok...1...2...3!"
With the last preparatory count, he turned the key causing the lock to spring open with an audible pop. Pulling hard on the handle he yanked the door open violently as the chain clinked it's way free and fell onto the pebbled roof. With cricket bat in hand he yelled at the hacking girl...
"Hurry hurry hurry!"
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