Entering; Injury is Severe Head Trauma...sweatdrop
With tattering step and asian-like face from squinting too much for compensating his loss (hopefully temporarily) of vision, Saul trudged his way onto the local office building for extra supplies. From the looks of it, this place has only been looted maybe once, or twice and not more, judging from the glass shards on the floor and the state of the building.
Let's hope he can find something that can be used...or anything that matters.
OOC
Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
Entering; Injury is Severe Head Trauma...sweatdrop
Saul proceeded to the deeper part of the building of which light, of any source does not illuminate. The only light source that illuminates his path are the trusty Peltier-tiles powered flashlight he made himself. Probably what Silent Hill protagonists used, given they never changed the god darned battery should there be one inside.
As he walked around with the whole world blurred, he knocked something over. Some brrrrrsh later, a pile of small papers littered the floor.
Squatting and picking up some of them to investigate, Saul determined that they're supposed to be receipts for purchase. Squinting even harder reveals he just knocked over the cash register. Inside it was...some loose changes. "This could be useful, too." He muttered, pocketing those small coins and continued inwards---
Thump. Thump.
"?" There's some strange sound coming from behind him...
"..." No, he won't make the same mistake as horror flick's first victims. Instead of peeking over his shoulders, he took out a small canister filled with ground sugar and some potassium nitrate- basically a homemade smoke bomb and lit it up, the strike-anywhere matches used as fuse proven their reliability when the small orb released thick smoke.
Saul ran like he never did, one hand keeping touch on the walls for navigation as his vision currently impaired; all while thanking that these zombies mainly track people by smell and sound; the hissing canister, still spewing smoke will obscure his presence for some time-
"?"
This is strange; The smokescreen should spread until his current position, given the amount of the material-
"-s**t!" He noticed what's wrong; he is currently upwind! True, he has been running to the entrance, where the glass doors and windows has been broken by the mobs. Assuming there's another exit on the back of the building, the placement of the high-rise building around the entrance causes a wind-tunnel effect that pushes the smokescreen away!
Thump. Thump.
The sound of 'something' stepping on the floor continued. There's still a fair distance until the exit, what should he do???
Spotting a rather large table made of wood, he quickly ducked beneath it, trying to suppress his heartbeat which is going crazy.
Thump. Thump.
The creature's leg slammed to the ground with a sickening sound of meat striking a hard surface. Time to use 'these'.
Taking out a nickel from the coins he picked up earlier, Saul quickly and quietly flicked It into an empty hall opposite of the entrance. The creature, noticing the noise tottered back to the hall, and taking that chance Saul flipped the desk he's been hiding underneath as barricade, running to the exit as fast as his leg will propel him.
Safety. But, he gained nothing from the venture save for some spare change and some receipt papers.
[CLEARED!]
OOC
Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
