Togy
The Fashionable Crab
NILE CRAYMAN
"Hold the door! Hold the door! Ho door! Hodor!"
Wish it was Summer. I wouldn't be sitting in snow and getting frost on my stubble if it were Nile thought, reaching up to the growing hair on his chin. It'd grown since he'd last decided to give it any mind, now making his chin look quite hairy. He should get that shaved. He would've done so before, but the apocalypse doesn't really leave time for it. Did the Lodge even have shaving cream? Well, it'd better, or else shit was going to get dicey."Hold the door! Hold the door! Ho door! Hodor!"
Repositioning himself against the tree he was sat against, Nile closed his eyes with a sigh. The aches in his body were rebounding with every movement, and he didn't exactly know what to do about it. Ignore it, maybe? Eh, he'd done that with pretty much everything in life, and that's worked out so far.
While Nile was searching for the sweet, sweet realm of unconsciousness, a very close by and very loud CRACK was heard, followed closely by a loud thud and the crunching of snow. Looking confused, Nile popped his eyes open. Picking himself up with just a little effort required, Nile turned around him to see a sizable section of the fence surrounding the Lodge lying on the ground, just about a couple feet from him. Panic immediately set in, with Nile realizing how astronomically fucked he was if he didn't get moving. It had to be zombies, and it had to be a lot if they could push down a fence.
Adrenaline must've kicked in, because Nile momentarily lost the feeling of all the aches in his body as he took off at full speed for the Lodge. By the time he reached the front door, he was panting and had a new coat of sweat on his forehead.
Barging into the lodge, Nile began desperately looking for the rifle he'd picked off that dead hazzie during the raid. It took him a second or two to realize that he'd left the thing back in
Stumbling into the kitchen, Nile rifled through the drawers. He remembered tossing his Glock into one of the drawers after the raid, and right nmow it seemed like his best weapon choice. Finding the Glock among the forks, Nile didn't have enough time to ponder the sheer stupidity of leaving a firearm in the drawers everyone, including the kids, opened to grabbed their silverware before he was trudging upstairs. "Ey' uys, ord" Nile slurred at his normal volume of voice to anyone upstairs. He didn't risk raising his voice due to the vain hope that the horde had yet to learn that they were in the Lodge.
People in the area: The Mad Queen (Ralph) Hyped_Taco (Micheal) Rumble Fish (Milly) Maj (Owen/Bethany) Corgi (Aubrey) TheTreForce (Warren) Whoever else is in the lodge