WHO: Lukas and Evan WHEN: Friday; a few hours before sunset WHERE: Streets of Manhattan RATING: TBA
Walking down the road, Lukas picked his way between the wreckage of abandoned cars and crumbled bits of building from random gunfire. The streets were practically empty. That is if you didn't include the occasional undead wandering about looking for another human to munch on. Lukas was pretty low on their radar, sticking to the shadows and using the cars for cover when he was in the open. He'd learned a lot about being incognito and stealthy since this whole incident came about. Being loud and thumping around only painted a large target on your back and Lukas had no plans of being anyone's dinner just yet.
Climbing up on to a pile of rubble for a moment, Lukas took a look around his surrounding area to see if there was any sign of any survivors or directions to safe houses in the near vicinity. Much to his chagrin, it looked much like the rest of the street and that was more or less deserted and desolate. As he slid off the mountain of rubble he became aware of a bit of movement in his peripheral vision and breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw it was just a few shufflers. They were easy pickings. Pulling his rifle from the holster he had slung across his back, he took aim and took their heads off in 3 clean, easy shots. Sometimes he thought all this was a little too easy. Or maybe he'd just adapted a little too well. Like it was what he was born to do.
He re-holstered his rifle and turned to keep walking down the street only to find an infected dog already mid-jump and aiming to rip out his jugular. Lukas managed to get his hands up just in time to catch the beast's jaws and hold them away from his face as he crashed to the ground with the animal on top of him. The teeth, thankfully, were not sharp enough to rip through his gloves but they sure tried their hardest. The decaying dog's breath made his stomach roll a little as it snapped at his face. Too lax Drake... you actually let it sneak up on you. What if you hadn't turned around? You'd be just another one of them, he scolded himself as he continued wrestling with the hound.
The infected animal had a surprising amount of strength and Lukas decided he'd have to do something soon or he wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. Using one of the dog's lunges at his face, he turned the beast's movement against it and it rolled it over on to its back. At this angle it was easier for Lukas to get a firmer grip on the base of its skull and with a firm twist and a reassuring crack the animal stopped moving. Panting slightly from the exertion, Lukas grabbed a knee and then stood up slowly. He caught his breath as he pulled out a pistol from the holster around his thigh and fired a single shot in to the animal's temple. Always double tap. Better safe than sorry when death was the alternative.
The sky was streaked with tinges of orange along the dark horizon and Lukas decided maybe it was time he started looking for a safe-house to sleep in. He was good at finding places to sleep and living to see the morning, but it had been a week of travelling since the last safe house. A night of sleeping easy without his finger on a trigger would be a welcome change. Now... where to find the closest safe-house?