David realizes what is happening, and he crawls out of the wolf den and grabs his backpack and crossbow, just as the zombies rip down the barbed wire. He realizes the zombies have covered up the way out and he will have to take his chances and jump over the wire. He runs backwards, skids, and runs forwards, catching his foot in the barbed wire as zombies come towards him from the left. He shoots two of them in the head, stabbing another that got too close. More and more begin to pour in, and David is running out of energy. He manages a weak call for help as he begins to fade away, staring into the light he now sees. He looks away, stabbing another zombie. He regains full control, and grips the floor, pulling himself forward. His foot begins to burn and feel wet, and he looks down, and sees his shin covered in blood. "DAMN IT!" he screams, drawing more zombies near. Suddenly, he feels a...gnawing...on his shoe. He looks back again, and a zombie is chewing his shoe.
David shoots the zombie trying to eat his foot in the head, killing it instantly. He shoots the special infected in the head, making its face splat all over Lee's face. He pulls forwards with all of his strength, his vision blurring as he does. His foot, now covered in blood, is extremely injured with barbed wire stuck in it. David runs around to a place where Lee can jump through, but falls backwards, and pulls the wire out of his foot. He runs behind a zombie and cuts its throat with the wire, decapitating its head. He can't run, he can only walk away.
Lee wipes the blood from his face, and stands up. He falls back down, and sees that he twisted his ankle. "Could i have someone's shoulder?" He asks out loud.
"I can't even run myself" says David, blood spurting out through his ankle, where a hole in his flesh (where you can see bone) is visible. "I won't make it" he says. "I've survived too much" he says. "DEADHEADS! OVER HERE!" he shouts, the horde turning their attention to him. "Lee, Collect...Run. Now." he says, turning his back and sprinting, with a bad limp, forwards. He fall to the floor, fending off several zombies with his knife while down. He stands back up again, and grabs his last arrow, stabbing it right into the core of his brain so he won't re-animate. The dead begin to feast on David's body, stripping it of its flesh.
Lee looks at the horde eating what was once known as David, and takes his crossbow, and shoots David directly in the face. "I was not going to let you turn." He said softly, as he hobbled quickly back to camp.
Name: ConanAge (13-99): 28Gender: Male Appearance (A picture will suffice): Black hair, stubble, blue eyes.Skills (Max of 3): Excellent tracker, awesome hunter, Weaknesses (Min of 1): Easily Aggro'dStarting Weapon: Stryker Strykezone 380 Anything else you would like to tell us about your character?: He is David's brother.
"Thank you..."Collect throws a flare and two bombs at the horde of undead before leaving. "Shall your death not be in vain..." Collect murmured as the area where David died explodes into a beautiful explosion of fire and sparks.
((It's up to you )) Lee goes to David's backpack, and begins looking through it. He finds a few bolts for the crossbow, which he takes. He then finds a photo of a Black hair, stubble, and blue eyed man. He looks at it, then throws it on he ground. Lee finds nothing else of intrest, and dumps the rest of the contents on the floor, and puts on the backpack.
Ok, in that case, there's an army supply store next to me. There is also a mcdonald's. I colonize both with minimal trouble.
((Lol i'm getting attached to my character. I don't want him to die! D) Lee walks out of the tent, and scans the horizon. He does not see a single living soul (besides the infected). He was about to go back into the tent, when he noticed someone in the verizon store. The man turns around, and Lee relizes that the man is from the photo. Lee quickly goes back into the tent, and finds the photo. He turns it over and reads: "Conan, my big bro. I'll always love ya'" Lee sprinted outside, and began running toward Conan, saying his name as loud as he dared.
Conan crawls on the floor, his crossbow rubbing against his back. He reaches the staff door, and stands up, reaching for the doorknob. His mind floods with the possibilities of what could be in there. He pulls it open anyway. Nothing. He rummages through the backpacks, finding a few scraps of food, which he eats very quickly before running out into the car park. He keeps alert, aiming with the Stryker for any dangers. He then legs it to the forest sees in the distance, finding a camp covered with blood, barbed wire and some leftover water. "Looks overrun...Wouldn't hurt to take anyth-" he says, his voice fading towards the end of the sentence. What stopped him in his trails? The body of his brother. Battered and beaten. His dead brother. And a man mysteriously running away. "HEY!" he screams to the man, bolting it after him, and catching up to him, before giving him a tackle, making the man trip up. He puts his foot on the man's chest. "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BROTHER? YOU MURDERER!"
