User:TibbarRm/Story
It Begins
I woke up to groaning. Not good. As I rolled over and grabbed my pistol, I heard something crash to the ground. Man, they must be hungry tonight. The police department next door was supposed to keep them occupied, but I figured some of the zeds smelled me. I came out from the office into the lobby of the hotel and saw that my barricade was already about to collapse. There were a small mob of zeds outside; not more than five or six, but more than I wanted to deal with. I turned to get my baseball bat, and then the barricade came down.
I snatched my pistol from my shoulder holster and fired at the mob of zeds. Turning, I grabbed my baseball bat from the ground. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I swung my baseball bat as hard as I can, and hit the zed in the chest. It staggered back, but didn’t go down. It did give me time to get my second pistol, though.
I fired several more shots at the mob, taking down two of them. Still two left. I just ran. I was out of ammo, and my arm hurt like hell. I ran up the stairs to the second floor. The hotel looked like it was nice before the infection, but now it was ruined. The carpet was all a dull brown, there were scratches in the walls everywhere, and all of the decorations were either torn up or on the floor. I looked out a window at the top of the staircase at the PD. There were lights on, so I figured it was still up. I thought, “The survivors are holding up better than I expected.” I went up to the third floor, broke out a window with my baseball bat, and jumped.
I landed on my left shoulder, sending a jolt of pain up my arm. I simply laid on the ground a bit, recovering from the pain. When I looked back at the hotel I saw the zeds watching me from a window. That was close. I took a bandage out of the first aid kit in my backpack and put it on my arm. I had almost used up my last first aid kit too. This was not my day. Or night, in this case. My arm looked rough, but I had been through worse. I knew that I would recover after a few days. I looked up at the moon and decided that the day would just start a bit early.
Conflict
I entered the police department and tried to quietly find some ammo for my pistols. The survivors here must have gotten most of them. Digging through some closets in the back rooms, I finally found two clips. I really needed to find more. If I would have had more the previous night, I could have just killed the zeds.
As I looked for some more ammo, I heard some noise towards the front of the building. I went to the door of the station and saw the two zeds outside, attacking the barricades. They just had to follow me here, didn’t they? I guessed they were mad at me for killing their friends. I start throwing chairs and cabinets on the barricade, and a few other survivors came out of offices and back rooms. They all seemed a bit sleepy. Figures. Many of the survivors that sleep in PDs don’t know much about survival. Apparently these didn’t either. One of them had a shotgun on his back, but I didn’t see any other weapons.
The guy with the shotgun said, “Looks like more zeds outside. I was hopin’ for a peaceful night tonight.” They all started helping with the barricades. The zeds kept attacking them, but we were building them much faster. The shotgun guy glared at me and said, “You must have just gotten here. Did these zeds follow you?”
I didn’t like the way he was talking about the subject, but I answered truthfully, “Yeah, they seem to have followed me. I killed a few of them at the hotel tonight, but I ran out of ammo.”
Even though his friends kept working on the barricades, the man stepped back from the barricades and said, “Oh, so you’re one of them wanders, aren’t ya? You don’t care about keeping a buildin’ up, but you’ll take what ya need from where ya can. If you aint gonna help defend buildins, don’t come runnin’ to safety when the zeds are after ya.”
I tried to explain that I’m helping rebuild the barricades right now, but another survivor said, “Cool down, Ted. Right now we just need to get these barricades up and get rid of the zeds.” Ted mumbled something, and swung his shotgun off of his back. He fired at the two zeds, one shot each. They both fell to the ground. I had to admit, he was good with the shotgun. Ted looked at me and said, “You better get out of here. We don’t like you people that just show up for supplies. If you wanna help, fine. If not, leave.”
I stared at Ted and said, “Alright, Ted, listen up. We ‘wanderers’ do a lot more than you do. All you do is sit around on your fat ass in this police station and try to keep zeds and survivors out. I actually travel around and help people. If someone needs some first aid, I help them. If I see a building going down, I jump in and try to save it. I shoot zeds and save people. So I’ll get whatever I need here.”
Ted glared at me. He handed his shotgun to one of the other survivors and said, “Jack, I’ll be right there. I gotta discuss somethin’ with this guy.” Jack looked at me, shook his head, and walked towards the back of the police department. Ted spat into the corner of the room and said, “Ok, mister, you just went and made a big ole mistake. See, you don’t insult us. We do more than you ever do, ya hear? I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He pulled a baseball bat off of a shelf, and gave it a couple test swings. “I won’t shoot ya, but I’ll make ya wish I did. This baseball bat here says it wants to meet ya.”
Ted was a hefty guy. He was a bit fat, but he seemed pretty strong. I thought I could take him, but it wasn’t going to be easy. He looked like he knew how to use that baseball bat, too. Well, that made two of us. As I eased off my backpack I said, “Look, I don’t want any trouble. I’ll just grab a couple more pistol clips and leave, if that’s what you want.”
“You just don’t understand, do ya, kid? That’s exactly what I don’t want you to do. It’s too late, anyhow. You’re going to learn to mind your manners.” Then he ran straight at me, swinging his bat.
