Thread: Zombieeeees!

Allan raised his eyebrow and walked into his bedroom. He reached up into his closet, retrieved the bottle and chuckled slightly. And what exactly, makes you think you can just go into my room and drink my liquor, Vera? Not only is that, y'know, a little disrespectful, but this is all the alcohol we'll get for a long-ass time. Liquor stores around here are probably going to close down for a while. Meaning, we're not going to open this bottle again until it's well-deserved. Allan took a moment and regained his sensibilities. He breathed in and out deeply for a second and then looked at her again. Yes, I heard the shots. I was coming up here to see if you wouldn't mind helping me board up the house. I found a bunch of planks of wood and stuff and get this a goddamn chainsaw. I think we have a bit of a leg up for the time being, but dammit, we need to get to work on boarding up like, pronto. He bounded down the stairs and put the bottle of liquor above the fridge, grabbing some planks, the dowel and the hammer, but paused. They would be short on nails. He shook his head and walked to the front door. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, the door opened slowly and he stepped out. There was the distant noise of frantic sirens and car horns, the occasional scream, but they all seemed relatively far away. There was a lot of garbage on their street, and some blood on the sidewalks here and there, but they loved at the butt-end of a narrow cul-de-sac, so evidently there wasn't much through-traffic. He grabbed the dowel and perched it against the side of the house just in case, then grabbed a plank of 2x4 and began nailing it to the bottom frame of the window Some time later, he had put together an adequate cover for the window the particle board had been pressed directly onto the glass, and the 2x4s had been nailed down around and over the particle board, creating a fairly sturdy blockade. There were a few gaps in the particle board, but it was the largest window in the house and so it was to be expected. Allan stepped back to admire his work, and felt a cold hand tightly grasp his shoulder. He hurled himself forward, the hand still clinging to him, and grabbed the dowel. As he turned, the zombie thing attempted to bite him just as the dowel plunged into its eye socket. The thing reeled backwards, stumbling onto its back, but immediately clumsily lurched back to its feet. To Allan's surprise, however, the zombie ran forward. Out of the corners of his eyes, Allan noticed that there were other zombies slowly filtering down the street. This was not good. He kicked away the first zombie as it came forward, then as it attempted to regain its footing, he struck it right in the temple. The zombie fell to the ground and its head disconnected from its body. Others, however, were present, and looked towards Allan with a stupid insincerity. But to his chagrin, something clicked and two of the zombies struggled towards him. He ran back to the door and quickly stuffed the remaining materials back inside, closing the door and locking it as soon as he'd entered. It was the biggest window, and probably would have proven most problematic since it might have been the easiest to break and climb through. All that remained were the two side windows, which were actually somewhat large, although fairly high up, and the back windows, plus the windows on the second story though he doubted the zombies would be able to climb up there.