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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 5:55 pm
[Setting]
The pub is dark and smokey. It seems like one of those hole-in-the-wall places you'd find in a small town, not some carbon-copied mainstream pub. It's a weekday and not many patrons are inside.
Nicky sits alone at the bar, sipping a bourbon and coke. His briefcase is next to him on the ground, touching the side of his foot. He's cut a cut on the top of his head, looks to have been made by some sharp object like a piece of glass. He's got a look about him that tells of a night gone wrong.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:03 pm
Bing burst into the bar, his breath was heavy as he slammed the door shut. He took a deep breath and let out, "ZOMBIES!" The bar was empty except maybe for that one guy and the bartender.
He was just getting out of work, his tie was loose and his good work clothes were a mess, a few buttons were missing from his shirt and his kahki pants were all but stained with blood.
Bing went up to the bar and looked back at the door. Good, lost them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:13 pm
Nicky jerks up from his booze-induced reverie. "Whaddya yellin' bout now?" He asks, bleary eyed, at Bing. He quickly downs the rest of his bourbon and coke before turning around and giving the man his full attention. "Don't think I heared you right..."
The bartender looks up from what he's doing before muttering to himself and going back to cleaning glasses.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:20 pm
"Zombies.... Outside, they're everywhere...." Bing panted, looking up to the bartender, who apparently thought Bing was drunk, or crazy, or even a little cocktail of both.
"Gotta believe me..." Bing said, "Check the news, actually, check the windows..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:32 pm
"Goddamn drugs..." he mutters to himself as he looks longfully at the bottom of his glass. He blinks a few times though and looks up and toward the windows as he hears something. Was that a moan? No...It must've been the wind...wait! There it is again! Nicky gets up, a little shaky, and heads toward the windows.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:36 pm
The door slammed open, and Alan Murrow burst into the old pub. He was in his trademarked expensive suit that he wore on his television show, making the usually inconspicuous and media-shy pundit even more recognizable. However, the fact that he could be recognized was the least of his worries.
As he slammed the door behind him, Alan grabbed his arm in pain. "Auhh..." he moaned, turning to the small group within the pub. "Do you have a medical kit? My limo crashed and then some maniacs tried to mug me..." He grimaced. "I think one of them bit me."
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:40 pm
Suddenly, a bloody arm punched through the window, and started to grab around for something to hold. Bing looked to the source of smashing glass, and saw the arm.
"See! Zombies!" He yelled, pointing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:48 pm
Nicky just stops where he is, glancing from Bing to the new entrant, Alan. "What...goddamnit! What the hell's going on!?" he yells out as the glass breaks. Instantly, he's at his briefcase, unlocking it. "Goddamnmuddafugginpeaceashi..." he mutters out a string of curses, talking about all he wanted was a damn drink after the crap that went on today.
"Bartended...get that guy a band-aid 'r somethin' ta shut'em up, willya?" he asks as he begins rummaging through the briefcase.
The bartended, shaking his head, muttering curses himself, places a med kit on the bar.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 6:54 pm
Alan, in shock, only flinched when the hand came through the window. He walked in a daze towards the bar, where the bartender was pulling out the medical kit. He sat down next to the man with the cut on his face, staring into space.
"Thank you..." he said, his voice tired. He leaned up against the bar, having the old wood hold him up on the bar stool.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:14 pm
Nicky looks up from his briefcase at Alan, pausing...has he seen him before...? He shakes his head and goes back...pulling out a 9mm beretta and slamming the clip home. "Alright now..." he says while looking at the hand still trying to claw its way through the window, "What's going on...huh? Hey! Look at me when I'm talkin' to you!" He says to Alan.
"That guy over there's sayin zombies...Zombies!?...we've got people trying to get in through the windows...Just what the hell's goin' on out there!?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:30 pm
Alan looked up slightly at the man who had yelled at him. It seems like everything is in a foggy, unclear haze...as if heat had steamed up the entire pub. His eyes sink groggily into his sockets.
"My...my car crashed..." he said foggily. "Call Jacob...he'll know what to do..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:50 pm
The bartender took one look at the situation before him and was gone before you could say minimum wage. "Jesus...s**t! Who the hell's Jacob!? I..." at this moment, mid-sentence, the body attached to the arm, clawing at the window, burst in showing off dead, lifeless eyes. The zombie stared up at the two of them and groaned...how, exactly was up to debate since it's ribcage looked smashed in by a car or something.
"JESUS!" Nicky yells. He takes aim with his pistol and lets off one round, right above the left eye. The zombie slumps over...dead-dead.
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