xxZANE
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(I am starting this because Im excited and i can, Lol)
There are lots of places in the world worth to live in or to be visited. Some of them attract you to their sights, others have more possibilities one to make a swift career and there are places known as cultural centers. But there are few of them which combine all above-listed with the amenities of urban life and the advantages of a big modern city and still have features of old towns therewith. No Such place exists as of last year, Everything was lonely and torn down to the point of waste. He sighed, turning off his motor after driving a few hours, he pushed his cycle closer to the city. "Sh*t.. this will be a huge mistake.." he said softly, moving his to the side of the road, the city ahead of him. He covered it with leaves and grass placing it behind some bushes Just in case someone where to pass by and see it. He began his trudge down the road to the city. 'I need supplies..' he thought, 'If it wasn't because of that i wouldn't have to do this sh*t" He eased the wrinkles out of his jacket, unzipping it to be able to move more freely, he checked his pockets making sure everything was in it's place. He reached back gripping the handle of his machete, feeling the hard plastic in his palm. It felt like home. It felt like another appendage.
He never thought killing other people, let alone dead ones, Was going to be his future. And to think he could of wasted all his time in the special forces. He chuckled with sarcasm, looking around, no zombies in sight. They must of all been in the city. And that wasn't good considering he was walking into the mouth of the beast. The soles of his shoes where worn to the point of almost tearing. He looked down at his worn boots and figured it was a good chance to risk his life for new boots.
Zane looked up at what seemed to be large storm clouds forming atop the dark city. "This is not good.." With the streets taken over by vegitation and dirt it would become a mudslide of mistakes for him and the un-dead who followed. He had to move quickly.
Reaching the edge of the city he hid behind a rusted over Honda laying on the road on its side that had been rammed into a tall building a long time ago, it seemed. His finger tips, Stained with dirt and coal, touched the cold rusted over car as he edged his head from the back end to look at the crouded streets. He sighed and moved behind the car once more. There where dozens of them crowded around the police station he was aiming for. "Crap.." he breathed out taking out his machete. "This wont be fun..." He pulled a cigar out from his pack and placed it in his mouth, lighting it. A smirk overcame his face, as he moved the cigar to one side of his mouth with his tongue.
Let the games begin.
There are lots of places in the world worth to live in or to be visited. Some of them attract you to their sights, others have more possibilities one to make a swift career and there are places known as cultural centers. But there are few of them which combine all above-listed with the amenities of urban life and the advantages of a big modern city and still have features of old towns therewith. No Such place exists as of last year, Everything was lonely and torn down to the point of waste. He sighed, turning off his motor after driving a few hours, he pushed his cycle closer to the city. "Sh*t.. this will be a huge mistake.." he said softly, moving his to the side of the road, the city ahead of him. He covered it with leaves and grass placing it behind some bushes Just in case someone where to pass by and see it. He began his trudge down the road to the city. 'I need supplies..' he thought, 'If it wasn't because of that i wouldn't have to do this sh*t" He eased the wrinkles out of his jacket, unzipping it to be able to move more freely, he checked his pockets making sure everything was in it's place. He reached back gripping the handle of his machete, feeling the hard plastic in his palm. It felt like home. It felt like another appendage.
He never thought killing other people, let alone dead ones, Was going to be his future. And to think he could of wasted all his time in the special forces. He chuckled with sarcasm, looking around, no zombies in sight. They must of all been in the city. And that wasn't good considering he was walking into the mouth of the beast. The soles of his shoes where worn to the point of almost tearing. He looked down at his worn boots and figured it was a good chance to risk his life for new boots.
Zane looked up at what seemed to be large storm clouds forming atop the dark city. "This is not good.." With the streets taken over by vegitation and dirt it would become a mudslide of mistakes for him and the un-dead who followed. He had to move quickly.
Reaching the edge of the city he hid behind a rusted over Honda laying on the road on its side that had been rammed into a tall building a long time ago, it seemed. His finger tips, Stained with dirt and coal, touched the cold rusted over car as he edged his head from the back end to look at the crouded streets. He sighed and moved behind the car once more. There where dozens of them crowded around the police station he was aiming for. "Crap.." he breathed out taking out his machete. "This wont be fun..." He pulled a cigar out from his pack and placed it in his mouth, lighting it. A smirk overcame his face, as he moved the cigar to one side of his mouth with his tongue.
Let the games begin.