[[ This happened IC, but, I did strech out the time period abit for some depth. The main parts of the story happened, the “a few x passed”-part is just to make abit more of a story out of it. ]]
A dark and rainy night, a tall man with a trenchcoat enters the building. He had an AK-47 in his hands. He walked up the gritty stairs, gun aimed and steady on his shoulder. He opens a door. The room infront of him is lit up by a security monitor. It has bloodied handprints and scratchmarks on it, along with a trail of blood leading out towards a broken window. A few nailed boards were scattered around the window, most likley ripped out. He looked down the window after making sure the room was safe. He saw a massive bloodstain, running down towards a sewer. He knew that someone tried to escape from the horrors, but ended up amongst them… He looked at the desk by the monitors. On it, he found a few cigarette butts, empty shellcases from a handgun, and a tape recorder. He picked it up, closed the door, and hit “play”:
"Hi, my name’s Dave, Dave Franklin. I recently got a job as a security guard, untill all hell broke loose… You see, I had a great life, steady job, even a girlfriend. But then one day I woke up, and everything had changed. The city was in chaos, people screamed and ran. An epidemic had broken lose. The infected ruled the streets, and they are just too many for us humans. But today’s input, I wanna commemorate to a guy I’ve gotten to know for a while.
I never knew his name, but I knew him. You see, when shit broke loose, I was upstairs in this room. I even had a sidearm… So, I barricaded myself in here, since this place has a few mounths worth of canned food, and even a flaregun, just in case. But anyways, this guy… Let’s call him Bill. Bill is a real badass, a survivor at all costs. First time I saw him was about three mounths ago.
I woke up by gunfire, and on the monitor, there he was, blasting away those motherfuckers one by one. He ran through the streets. He wasted alot of them. Eventually, he ran out of ammo, so he ran into a local store, he got himself the supplies he needed. I then saw him running into the courthouse.
He was pretty good at surviving. At first the horde pounded on the doors, looking to break in, but by time, as he kept those doors shut. They left, and he was alone in there. Safe for the moment. I saw him in his day to day routine. But after two weeks or so, the poor bastard ran out of supplies. So he tried to get out there, but, it was a bad idea. They picked up his scent pretty quickly, and he whent inside again.
This time, the zombies didn’t leave. Poor Bill, all trapped in there with nothing but a handgun and a bottle of gin. He had set up a decent defence behind the counter, allthough judging from the horde outside, I knew this meant trobble for him. They kept pounding for days in, whilst the poor guy was starving. He found a bottle of water by the podium, kept him alive for a while longer. It had been about two weeks by now, and he almost looked like a zombie himself. But this is also why he was such a survivor. Now, the zombies had their arms reaching in through the broken door.
It was only moments untill they’d rush him. He lit a cigarette and loaded his gun, he then tried to hold the door back. You see, we had gotten notices about a helicopter comming to our area to help us, thanks to a radio transmission. I guess he just tried to last untill then. But the zombies broke through. He staggered back and then ran over to the counter, he slid over and drew his gun, firing at the horde.
This guy sure knew how to aim too, he really blew their brains out, over and over again. But sadly, they were just too many. He kept them away, kicking and screaming, even shooting the ones who got real close right between the eyes. He tried to run out, but one grabbed his leg. He clawed onto the carpet, then kicked the bastard in it’s face, managing to get up. He drew his gun to make some space.
But one of the zombies grabbed his arm and bit down on his wrist, then pulling his hand off. I could see him screaming as he bled. They gathered up on him… Bill was lost.
I didn’t know him personally. But I’d like to think, that if he had made it up here, we’d get along pretty well."
In the background of his voice, suddenly, the sound of wood breaking is heard, and the sound of groaning and moaning can be heard. The voice of Dave grows more distant as the sound of him screaming, along with gunfire can be heard.
“Shit! Jesus fucking chri-…”
The message turns into static after that.
C&C would be highly appriciated.
Also, I know about some minor spelling errors, English isn’t my first langauge.