Thread: No Good Deed | Lewd Misconduct x Kaigen

The events that occured after he loosed the arrow were a blur. Even though the fire caught slowly Tim's mind raced as he tried to plan out each step of their escape. But just like during his time in the military, no good plan survives initial contact. Once his feet hit the street he helped his companion down. Then moved across the street and skirted the buildings sticking to the shadows. He wanted to move through the buildings like he normally did. But with dusk already upon them he figured that would be more dangerous than to move down the streets and get back to his truck as fast as possible. Moving through darkening alleyways and streets was dangerous enough when there were no streetlights and little light in the sky from the overcast clouds. But moving through the buildings themselves with only a flashlight would have been utter suicide. Everything seemed to go well. The growing flames from the fully engulfed building behind them not only attracted the eaters near the store but did well at lighting the way. Though it cast off shadows, and left the alleys between narrow buildings dark. Other than the occasional eater that crawled along trying to get to the excitement of the fire everything seemed to be going well. The dead that surrounded the store walked mindlessly into the flames and the few in the streets were more concerned with the inferno that lit up the sky behind them than the duo that scurried from shaddow to shadows. It wasn't until theyd moved almost a mile from the fire that things went wrong. They were only a few hundred yards from where Tim hid his truck . But the moment he came round the corner of the residential street he came nearly face to face with another horde. Though luckily for him they seemed to be facing the other way. So he ducked back around the corner and looked back to Haley shaking his head. The pace he kept had been cautious but quick. He checked often to make sure she was still with him. But never slowed down. That was until he was forced to stop because of the large group of biters on the street where he hid his truck. While the fire a mile or so away still blazed and caused the sky to appear as a dull yellow it must have been too far to catch the attention of the dead this far out. As he silently trotted back to her he pointed toward a narrow grassy passage way between two houses then pulled his pistol and fired a single round into the ground. He needed to get the eaters blocking their path to move. But also needed to vanish quickly Before they caught sight or scent of him so they could get to the truck from another angle. The moment he fired he took off toward the small space between houses and passed Haley. He heart hammered in his chest and his breathing was labored. Yes he was in good shape. But it had been years since he ran with gear on his back in boots. Though the truck was only a mile and change from where they started the path they took was not a straight one. He several times had to cut down adjacent streets to avoid a small group. So their trek was double the distance had he been able to cut through buildings and avoided backtracking to find a different route. Finally he emerged from a back yard and saw that most of them followed the sound and opened a path to his truck. So he stopped just long enough to say. Stay on my ass. Once they see us that path will close fast. and with that said he drew his hatchet , Then took off at a dead run. Half way across the street a couple eaters turned and saw him. Immediatly, without missing a step he begun to swing the blood covered hatchet. Each blow found its mark and cut down another eater. He plowed through them like a linebacker and cleaved their skulls. He paused only long enough to open the driver's door and litterally tossed her inside after turning to her. Then jumped in and pulled the door closed. The commotion they caused caught the attention of the others who were quickly gathering round the truck. But he already had his keys in the ignition of the old diesel truck. But he couldn't just turn it and drive off. He had to let the glowplugs warm a moment. And when they did the old diesel fired to life. He always loved the smell and sound of this old truck. The sound reminded him of being in a HMMWV when he was in the military. But at this moment he wished the truck was quieter. The sound of the engine running seemed to further enrage the eaters. They clawed at the windows and pushed against the truck. But it was already too late. He slammed the truck into first and took off, running the eaters down as he accelerated and shifted through the gears.