Thread: Shopping Mall

Name Shinjiro Takeda Location Shopping Mall Attire Blue jeans, black tank top, belt, Nike sneakers, white socks Weapons Switchblade Hidden in right jeans pocket , Sniper Rifle Strapped over back , Pistol Strapped against belt which is currently a make shift holster until he can get an actual one DateTime July 4, 2025 Tagging Anyone Happy fucking fourth .... The clearly annoyed voice belonged to twenty-one year old Shinjiro Takeda. To say he was pissed at this moment in time was, unfortunately, a severe understatement. He'd been forced to kill his family several months ago and, if he didn't know better, Hell had frozen over. Or rather, it may as well have. While Shinjiro hadn't at all liked the act he had been coerced to do, he enjoyed the truth even less. The same parents and sister he had known and loved for years were gone when he had returned from his training and duties in the US Army. When he returned to his hometown of Nagasaki, Japan, he didn't find a family. They were undead, zombies to be exact. Even to this very second, his head could only shake upon the revelation. Wasn't this just something that was seen and done in various manga and video games? That had always been what he'd seen and thought for years. Never in his lifetime would he have begun to believe such a thing would actually happen. That is, not until now. But Shinjiro had been trying to force himself to cope with the harsh truth. Whether he liked it or not - and gods help him he didn't - he had to focus on one important thing now the ability to live and survive. And that wouldn't be able to be accomplished if he kept up an emo-like mindset. Nope. If anything, he had to be stronger than when he'd been put through his training routines. But he would also need something to help out with that ammunition. Lots of it. He had some spare bullets on and with him but not nearly as many as he'd prefer. So what better place to seek out what he needed than the shopping mall? There were too many pawn shops and other areas which were infested with the damned undead. And while this was no exception, it was also one of the more spacious areas. Normally, this would sound like it would give the zombies a huge advantage. But to the trained young man, he intended to use any and everything against these bastards. And the multiple possibilities for hiding spots, areas to snipe them, or other things of the like would - he hoped - help greatly out. A long, deep sigh left his lips as he stared at the front doors. For a while, he had just been standing, as if contemplating whether this was even a wise idea or not. He knew perfectly well the risks that would come with this newly assigned mission. But honestly there were few other options he had at this point. And no fucking way would he just lay down and be turned into these zombies. Not if he could help it. You've gotten this far ... He reminded himself. No sense in holding back now is there? When the mental reply that entered his head was 'No', he gave a nod to himself. Worse than that, he'd only allow the other zombies nearby more chances to catch up and find him. Also, it hadn't been like he'd come here unarmed. Fuck no. He had a switchblade hidden in his jeans pocket, rifle back strapped to his back and pistol that his belt was keeping attached to hips. He hadn't grabbed his holster before leaving Japan so that would have to suffice for now. In fact, that entered his mental to-do list he'd look for a more official holster along with extra bullets. With the sound goal repeating in his head, Shinjiro let out another sigh before his feet finally began to move. With each step, his heart quickened. As the doors automatically opened, his pulse quickened more. He moved swiftly yet trying to keep them somewhat silent. Onyx hues quickly began scanning around for the map within the mall. Once he found one, Shinjiro would seek out the quickest path to something akin to an Academy store, something that would provide bullets and a holster. It'd be a 'grab and go'-like mission. Once he got what he needed, he'd be out of there. Simple, right? Only in concept. But hopefully it wouldn't be too much trouble. While his eyes continued to seek out the map, his ears remained alert for any out of place sounds. Another thing he wouldn't easily allow for other zombies to ambush him with little to no warning. Hell and no.