puckfasa (puckfasa) wrote in apocalypticglee, @ 2012-06-27 09:42:00 |
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Date: June 27, 2012
Characters: Noah Puckerman, Open
Location: Lima
Warnings: Possibly blood and guts.
Summary: Puck decides it's time to venture out of the house and find other survivors.
Puck was going stir crazy in the house. He was there by himself with nothing but photos and memories of his ma and sister to keep him company. His ma had died at the hospital after it was attacked and his sister was attacked in their own backyard. Their backyard! He had buried her out there to give her some resemblance of a normal burial.
He had no idea if anyone else was still alive, the power had gone out weeks ago and along with it his phone had died. None of his neighbors seemed to be alive, and if they were, they weren't coming outside any time soon. With a sigh, he pushed himself up off the couch and shuffled over to the front window. The street looked like a war zone - dead bodies, abandoned cars.
Puck decides then and there that he's getting out of the house. Maybe Finn was still alive, or Mike. He'd never know unless he went to find out. He moves back over to the coffee table and grabs the shot gun. He slings the home-made strap over his head and swings the gun around to rest along his back. He grabs the bandoleer full of ammo and slings that over is head the opposite way. The handgun goes down the back of his pants and the ammo for that in his pockets.
He moves over to the kitchen, grabbing his backpack on the way, and starts to fill it full of whatever food he can fit. He gabs a fork and a spoon and the can opener along with a few of the hunting knives that were sitting on the counter. When he's satisfied, he puts on his backpack and heads for the front door. Opening it seems like such a foreign concept now, so he opens it slowly, hand on his gun. When he deems the coast clear he steps outside. He shuts the door behind him, no use in letting the zombies take over his house, and starts off down the street.