Thread: there are more d e a d than alive. [ stefy && novi ]

Fucking shit. Fucking shit. Fucking shit. Fucking shit. This was ridiculous. One minute he was looking down to grab his cell phone and the next minute out jetted a wild deer. He didnt know if it were rabid and infectious, running from possible zombies, or just trying to find a drink of water. Either way he didnt give a damn what its objective was, he was just wondering why the hell it had to stand right in front of his car at that exact moment. Why the fuck didnt it keep going? Was it gods payback for ruining his perfect little race? He read in a magazine once that when a deer ran out into the middle of the street that you were suppose to just ram it and you wouldnt end up spinning out and hitting a tree. However, the good doctor couldnt help but swerve. He didnt give a shit about deer and didnt care for the beauty of them. So why didnt he hit the little bastard? He was driving a very expensive piece of utility. It was as simple as that. It was his love for money and expensive cars that landed him in the situation he was in just then. Swerving frantically from left to right he tried to gain control over his Benz. However, his attempts were futile as just as he got the thing going straight again he flew off the side of the highway and down a steep hill flying straight into a tree. Good thing he had his seatbelt on. Well thats if he didnt get injured. Once the front of the car slammed into the large trunk of an oak tree, the air bag popped out keeping his face from slamming into the steering wheel. Well, at least one thing went right in his life for once. Groaning softly, the brunette weaseled himself from the wrecked vehicle. His body felt weak, his head a little light. However, the world was falling into an apocalypse and he wasnt about to be eaten alive by the flesh eating bio-weapons he had created. As he tried to pull himself together he could have sworn hed heard a sound deeper into the woods Well, he wasnt sure but he wasnt sticking around to confirm whether it was merely him hallucinating or his time on earth coming to an end. He moved quicker despite his body wanting to just give out gathering a case from the back seats. Slowly but surely he made his way up the hill his car just had to fall down. Once hed made it back onto the roadhe started on his way. On his travel, hed run across a pit stop, and to his luck it look deserted. Looks could always be deceiving but he didnt give a damn at the sight of a white van sitting in the lot of the gas station waiting ever so patiently for him. Maybe there was a god, and he wanted him to succeed in fixing what hed inevitably fucked up. He was quick and silent with his movements as he made his way over to the piece of shit rotting van that was to be his transportation. No matter how much it pained him to think of riding in such an embarrassment he had to get over it. This was a matter of life and death. He hadnt the time to waste on finding a better ride. It wasnt as if zombie chicks gave a shit what he drove in anyhow either way theyd be pushing at each other to get a taste of him. Not to the brunettes surprise there werent any keys in the van. With a smile he hopped in anyway. Having a shady past had its perks, and right now it was showing a quite convenient one. Working his magic, Nathaniel managed to hotwire the car. Once it started up he was pulling out of the lot so fast he thought he might give his own self whiplash. At the speed he was driving it took him less time than he thought to reach his destination. Even in the worlds darkest hour, rural areas still looked beautiful. Driving up to a large house on a larger farm he parked at the front door. There was a huge barn pretty far from the house he figured he check out once he was done rummaging through the house. The ride into the city was going to be an excruciatingly long on and he needed some supplies. Probably should have raided the gas station but, hed gotten to ADHD about it the car pulling away a large majority of his concentration. Pulling forth a small black pistol from the case he held so close youd think his heart were in it, he started on his way into the house. Everything happened so fast. One moment he was checking the kitchen cabinets, case and first-aids in hand and the next he was screaming like a little bitch. The little combat training he had under his belt done him no good under the extreme paranoia he was in as he searched the home for what he deemed as valuable. The gun he had, evidently he couldnt aim it correctly as he was holding too much. So what did he do? He ran so fast, one could have sworn he was the flash. If he could make it to the car If he could make it to the car If he could make it to the car he was going to jet straight by it because the angry zombie family behind him was gaining on his ass. All he needed was some distance and hed drop everything and start picking them off. All he needed was a good distance so he could drop to the floor and start wasting ammunition. Sparkling emerald eyes caught sight of the barn and that would be his place for space-- that is if he didnt trip first, sprain his ankle and get eaten alive. Yup God hated him and was punishing him for the plague hed bestowed upon the world. Im gunna fucking trip. He told himself as one of the first aids lodged itself from his arms and dropped onto the grassy field below. It was then that his right hand was free, the hand he had like no fucking aim with, the one that oddly enough he had the gun in. Im gunna die anyway he murmured as he looked back and let off a couple of shots at the family of four hoping hed kill at least one. One of the zombies, the man of the house probably suddenly dropped. Now, he knew damn well he hadn't shot the guy-- turning his attention back to the barn he was drawing closer to he noticed he could see movement inside. Ah, a guardian angel perhaps. He continued to run, not looking back until he heard the last body drop. With a heavy sigh, the doctor dropped to his knees trying to catch his breath. Well...no more checking into random houses without a bag... the male thought to himself. Once he'd caught his breath and his legs didn't feel so much like noodles he stood to his feet and turned to face the barn. Quickly, he made his way into their clever little hiding spot. Two women, and two men. Hmmm.. Those were quite surprising numbers seeing where they were and all. He doubted however, their numbers would stay the same once they reached a city. That is....if they wanted to travel along side him. Well... well I certainly wasn't expecting such a lovely welcoming party my first day here on the country side. he said with a smile. Thanks for saving my life. My name is Alexander Rhodes. I'm going into the next city, would you like a ride? Was it necessary to lie about his name? Perhaps. Their hometown could have been the stupidest place in America, but it didn't stop the fact that perhaps they could recognize his real name and know who he was and shoot him on sight. The doctor preferred to travel by himself, but whoever that sharpshooter was he thought they would be a lovely back up.