Who: Sabretooth When: May 18, 2008, 11:51 Where: Hill Street Rating: PG13 for language (for now)
It was around noon and things were still just a calm and quiet as they usually were. He'd been here for a few weeks and had come to realize a few things about this fortification. Zombies sucked at climbing slopes so they were pretty easy to spot coming. It made things boring, but advantageous at the same time. Mostly, though, this place was boring as all hell.
Of course he was pissed after the shock of showing up here randomly had worn off, but about a week of cowing everything with enough sense to realize he was a top tier predator had settled him into a grouchy slump. What wild animals there were around were too small for spot. He was pretty sure that even the pack of dogs in the ‘city’ didn’t have a single mutt much bigger than a German Shepard. Even as fearless and vicious as they could get, the dogs avoided him most days.
He’d settled out his ‘house’ for the most part. Not all of the houses that had furniture had occupants so he’d helped him self of the weeks. Even if he had to live in a place that smelt like sickness and decay on most days, he wasn’t going to rough it unless he had to.
Vic’s daily routine had settled into sleeping away most of the day and stalking the south western quarter of the city where he made his home like a tom walking his territory. Every so often he’d make the effort to get up in the day and go be useful in the fields. He didn’t do it out of some need to be a part of the community. He did it because when it came down to it, he had no qualms about eating the ‘citizens’ and he figured he might as well help keep the potential prey healthy and fed.
So that’s what he was doing now. Making his way towards one of the fields that had once been a golf course for his bi weekly dose of ‘socialization’ with the rest of the community.