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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2019 5:02 pm
Supply rating: High - plenty of bulk food and clothing. Proximity to hospital, clinics, and vet's offices mean high chance of finding medical supplies. Improvised weapons can be found at the boating supply store.
Shelter rating: Medium - hotel and residential areas provide plenty of cover, however the high population density means they are likely to be occupied, either by the living or the dead. There are also boats docked at the marina, which could theoretically be taken out on the water to escape the dead temporarily.
Danger rating: High - this is a popular tourist destination in an up-and-coming town near Dallas proper. So, there are a lot of undead.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2019 8:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2019 9:51 pm
   Gigi spent nearly an hour trying to navigate the harbour before finally admitting to herself that maybe coming here wasn't the best idea she'd had recently, and by that point it was too late to go anywhere. The crowd of zombies (and God she's never going to get used to that) was suffocating and it was bad enough trying to dodge them before, but it was ten times harder here.
"Come on," she mouthed to herself, using the dumpster she was leaning against as leverage to push herself back on her feet. She hissed as the movement put pressure on her sprained ankle but cut herself off immediately, eyes darting towards the end of the alley she was currently hiding it, but it didn't seem like any of the creatures heard her yet. Despite looking mostly human, they acted more animal-like and Giselle could swear they had the senses of animals sometimes and this was not the time to attract their attention. Hefting her heavy backpack onto her shoulders and with one hand against the wall, she hobbled as quickly as she could out of the alley towards the strip mall closer to the harbourfront, ducking under cover whenever a zombie came to close.
She once again cursed herself for using the last of her bandage roll for the cut she got on her arm that wasn't even that bad. She wasn't willing to risk an infection but now she sorely regretting using too much; all she had now were band-aids and those were useless at the moment. She couldn't go to the hospital, she tried but that place had even more zombies than the harbour and that was saying something.
There were even more zombies at the strip mall and Giselle gripped her bat tightly, eyeing the crowd nervously. There wasn't anywhere she could hide here and already a few creatures noticed her presence, stumbling towards here. Thank God that after everything, these creatures were slow because as it was, Giselle could barely outrun them. Fingers scraped against her back and she blindly swung her bat at it, cringing the sickening crunch it made. She finally made it to the door and she almost tripped as she ran into the store, fumbling desperately against the lock before dropping down into the ground, shuddering in relief. They were scratching and banging on the door, moaning almost indignantly but she was safe for now.
It was obvious from the racks of clothing that she was in a retail store, which wasn't exactly what Giselle was going for, but they had to have a first aid kit somewhere. It was a struggle to get up with her ankle throbbing even worse than before, but after a few minutes of searching careful avoidance of any mirrors (she didn't even want to think about the layers of grime coating her skin and clothes let alone see it), she found one under the cashier counters. She inexpertly but tightly wrapped her ankle with a bandage—that was what you were supposed to do when you sprained it, right? At least that was what she'd learned from the TV and despite her ankle hurting like a b***h, it was easier to walk now.
Then, after restocked her own first aid kit with supplies from the store kit—it was too big to take on her own and her backpack was full enough as it is—Giselle snuck out through the back doors into a dimly lit hall. After being deserted for so long, it was musty and practically smothered in dust. The air was still but even so, Giselle kept her bat ready. She's been jumped once in what she thought was an empty house so she wasn't taking any chances. Turning a corner, she almost screamed and jumped back at the sudden appearance of shadow in front of her.
"s**t," she bit out, instinctively swinging her bat at the shadow's head, only to notice too late that the shadow was a face, normal face. She dropped her bat in shock and could only stare for a few moments before she gathered her wits again. "Sorry," she cried out loudly, then winced at her own volume. "I mean, I'm so sorry, I just haven't seen another human in so long and I was surprised and oh God are you okay?" she babbled, hands fluttering at her sides uselessly. Another person! She was shaky and couldn't seem to be thinking straight but all she could focus on was that she wasn't alone!
WHERE strip mall tab tab tab WITH Daniel tab tab tab FEELING relieved
OOC xxx
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