Thread: Family Bonding (Razgriz x PrincessManaMi-Ai)

Jake Roberts was busy at the gym, pumping iron as per his usual routine. A solid-built man standing at 6'4, 280 lbs of pure muscle, his short-cut unkempt brown hair partially covered piercing green eyes that bore right into you. His strong jawline and broad shoulders made many ladies swoon he didn't have to beat them away with a stick, though there were a few times in his past where a stick would have come in very handy. While normally a non-confrontational guy, if there was one thing that set him off it was anything regarding his little sister. Anyone who called her a whore or a slut that he found out about often ended up in the hospital same went for anyone who tried to make a sexual pass at her. If someone treated her like a lady, then he had no problem with that. Over-bearing, maybe. But considering they only had each other after their parents passes away, he just wanted to make sure she was safe and happy. Well, today he would get a chance to prove that in the ultimate sense. After his workout, he always went to the local gun shop to see if there was anything he wanted to get. Arriving there in his red '69 Chevelle, he went inside and saw the owner Mick Ritchells. The elderly man of 45, built like Jake himself, wore a classic hunter's apparel. Camo pants, a green vest with a red undershirt, boots, and a hat. Well, if it ain't my favorite customer! Mick said cheerfully Jake waved and replied, How goes it, Mick? Where's Ralph? Usually he's in here givin' ya a hand. Mick sighed, Little bastard went and got himself hung over he's sleepin' it off. But enough about him, what are ya lookin' for? Jake perused the wall of weapons he eyed a Remington 870 12-gauge shotgun. If there was one thing Jake loved it was a gun that kicked like a mule. Mick noticed this and said, A real beaut, ain't it? Tell ya what, Jake...you buy that shotgun, I'll throw in a dozen boxes of magnum shells and a dozen boxes of regular shells free. Jake's eyes went wide, That's some generosity, there Mick. Thanks Mick shook his head, No one but you buys shotgun shells around here anymore they're just gatherin' dust. After making his purchase, Jake bade the owner good-bye, carrying his new toy over his shoulder. It was here he heard a strange noise to his left it was like someone was moaning. He turned his head and saw that there was someone covered in grime and blood, walking sluggishly with their arms outstretched. What the fuck? Hey pal, it ain't Halloween yet. Jake shouted with a laugh however, his face fell a bit when the moron kept the act. Alright, dude, you made your point, you're a fucking zombie. Knock it off. When the weird got close enough, he tried to lunge at Jake this was met with a meaty mitt to the side of the head. There was a sickening crack as he caved the person's head in the thing fell, twitching as green-red blood oozed out onto the pavement. What the hell? Jake muttered he then heard more moaning behind him. Was that actually a real zombie? No, that was just something in a sci-fi movie to scare people. Jake heard more moaning behind him he turned to see a small pack of zombie-like things slowly shuffling towards him. They looked almost the exact same as the thing that laid on the ground in front of him. Fuck..... Jake said as he shouted, Uh....Mick, I think we got a problem out here. Mick then shouted, up from the roof of his store it looked he was setting up a minigun You're damn right there's a problem. We got zombies, kid. Ain't you been readin' the news? There was an outbreak yesterday! Jake stared up at Mick before saying Where the fuck did you get that thing? Mick laughed, I've had it for a while. Just in case. Now get a move on...ain't you gonna see if your sister's alright? Jake snapped back to reality when he mentioned his sister he's right, those things could be all over the city! Getting into his car, he went to on the ignition when he found him surrounded. He gunned the engine, plowing through the small crowd of zombies. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed his sister's number it rang and rang. Come on, pick up he said, praying that these things weren't anywhere near his only living relative.