Sweat rolled down the young boy's forehead as he held the Beretta steady, aimed for the other man's head. Tuomas had found his way into a barricaded market that was apparently occupied by a man and his frightened family. A shotgun aimed at Tuomas radiated great intimidation. Tuomas was just searching for food, and he did manage to bag a couple of cans of baked beans before they found him. The man wanted the young Tuomas to leave, otherwise him and his tattoos would be painting the floor. Tuomas and the man had eyes locked on eachother. Neither were afraid to shoot if need be, but hesitated all the same, knowing they are just trying to survive in this chaotic modern reality. Tuomas could see the woman next to her daughter, and a little boy who laid covered in blankets, a small rag lying upon his head.. he had to be infected. Tuomas shifted his eyes from the boy to the man again, locking on.
Tuomas slowly lowered his handgun, clearing his throat, sweat trickling down his chin,"I want no trouble, I see you have some of your own... please, I'll leave the way I came in. I promise to tell no one how I got in." Tuomas's gun hung at his side, awaiting for the man's decision. The older male looked to his son quickly, and snapped back at Tuomas. After an intense, silent moment of thought, the man lowered his shotgun,"Get what you need and get outta here... ye' get ten minutes.. no longer." Tuomas nodded and holstered his handgun,"Thank you... may you family fair well." With that, Tuomas turned and started to gather supplies.
Walking down multiple isles, what Tuomas mostly found was useless junk, a couple of unopened water bottles, a pack of camels, and some lighter fluid. Tuomas placed his backpack on the ground, opening his metal water bottle and filled it up with one of the water bottles, and half of the second one. Tuomas immediately downed the half bottle of water and tossed it aside. After putting his backpack back on he headed out and on his way. Tuomas navigated back to the unloading area for the market, climbing up a truck and very carefully making his way over to an open window, just big enough for him and his backpack to get through, separately. The blonde and black haired boy dropped the backpack to the ground through the window, then crawling through it himself, feet first. Tuomas looked back, making a silent prayer for the family that inhabited the inside of the desolate market.
Tuomas hit the ground, catching himself with a braced stance, and with assistance from the wall as well. He quickly grabbed his backpack and slid his arms through it, scanning the area and booking it for cover behind a car about forty feet from his current position. He caught his breath and sat stayed in cover next to the honda. Peeking over the hood, he spotted two walkers in his path toward an alleyway, which held a fire escape for him to make his way up onto. Tuomas gritted his teeth and took hold of his hatchet, unclipping it from it's holder on the left side of his belt, his gun being on the right. After running through a plan in his head, Tuomas took in deep breaths, releasing them slowly, readying himself.
Finally Tuomas hopped up, sliding over the honda and spinning, making momentum with the hatchet's head. The edge of the hatchet sunk deep into the temple of the infected, becoming stuck. Tuomas then ripped it and and gave a swift and heavy roudhouse kick to the side of the second infected's head, the force of the kick causing the zombie to crash to the ground. Tuomas then dashed for the alleyway! The sound of his feet clapping against the pavement as he rushed for his destination. Tuomas sprinted into the alley, making a right turn and seeing the fire escape, as well as two more infected, stumbling around.
The two deadheads noticed him immediately! Tuomas hesitated for a moment, then running at them, yelling like a war cry! The hatchet swung again, this time planting itself into the first zombies skull. Tuomas jerked and jerked, but the hatchet was stuck. The second zombie was merely a few feet away before Tuomas gave him a stiff fireman's kick to the gut, focing him to stumble back and fall, hitting the back of a dumpster. Finally the hatchet became free, and Tuomas had his chance to escape! The ladder was too high up to grab just by jumping, he knew what must be done to reach it.
Tuomas quickly holstered his hatchet and back up against the wall just under the fire escape's ladder. He faced the wall opposite of the ladder and focused. Like a burst of bullets from an automatic, Tuomas took up running right at the wall. Tuomas caught his footing and quickly ran up the wall, turning, and diving for the ladder. His hands clasped right onto the second to last rung on the ladder, his boddy swinging and his feet dangling. Tuomas grinded his teeth as he used his upper body strength to pull himself up the ladder. He was breathing hard from the adrenaline pulsing through his ********... that was close." He let out a sigh of relief and climbed up the ladder, situating himself upon the safety of the fire escape.
The inked free runner made his way up the steps, all the way up to the roof. He took a breather and wiped the sweat from his brow. The sun was up, it was hot as hell, and the smell of death and decay filled the air. A perfect way to start the day in modern apocalyptia. Tuomas walked across the roof and peered upon the ruined city,"I hate mondays..." he muttered to himself, trying to make himself smile through the horror of reality.
Slig looked over at her then back down the street. "No. Just one walker." He said as he closed the door and locked it behind him. He turned to her. "Can you read minds?" He said as he walk passed her. "You got my last name on the first shot." He said as he made his way to the couch and pulled it aside and reached down and pulled a trunk out. He flicked the locks open with a slight motion and opened it. "Come here, let me see." He said as he pulled out a red box with the famous red cross displayed on the top. In that kit, had everything from treating minor cuts to extracting bullets. Along with disinfectant and antibacterial.
