How you knew that you were loved but... (youareloved) wrote in dis_ducibus, @ 2010-08-23 19:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2010/06/23, hal, rhea |
Who: Hal and Rhea
Where: Rhea's apartment
When: Wednesday June 23, noonish
What: Rambo Hal saving Rhea, who may or may not be in mortal peril.
Making it from Hal's apartment to Rhea's was usually a fairly annoying bus ride. The buses were usually operating. People were usually out on the street. But that wasn't the case today, unless of course zombies counted as people, and then Hal would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do. He didn't even want to think about how many he had to kill and sneak to get around just to get to that point. He was maybe a block away from Rhea's, looking completely worse for the wear as he looked out across the street from his hiding spot. For a man of 22, Hal had quite a bit of rage built up inside of him, so destroying things was a bit appealing to him, though he never really thought that what he was going to destroy was zombies. There was no logical explanation as to why there were zombies roaming the streets of New Orleans. There was no logical explanation for why all of the weird things had been happening though. No one ever explained to him why he was picked to have his gift, why he and not his mother who so desperately wanted this ability, was a medium. He doubted he'd be getting answers any time soon. But there was one thing Hal could focus on, find out, and protect from turning into some freakish zombie. Rhea.
If this were a movie and not real life, Hal probably would have not bothered to watch. Some guy being overly macho to protect the girl of his dreams who didn't even talk to him anymore? No thank you! But that was probably because he could relate far too much with the male lead. He wanted to be a background guy, but he just wasn't. For some reason, Hal had grown up to be quite brave even if he didn't see it in himself. Especially when it came to looking out for Rhea.
He had stalled for long enough, and it was time to get back out there on the street. Running helped his case, as he could outrun most of the zombies he spotted, but his zombie killing equipment seemed to help with the rest. The ones that were faster were pretty easy to spot, and that gave him more time to be prepared. But the ones nearest Rhea's were the sad pathetic looking ones. The ones with missing limbs or a foot dragging just barely hanging on anymore. What a miserable existence. Hal would have almost felt sorry for them, if they weren't, you know, zombies. As soon Rhea's apartment building was finally in sight, one of the faster zombies popped its head out of an overturned car, like he could smell Hal's non-rotting body. He let out a breath and grabbed for his hatchet, waiting for the zombie to come closer before aiming and throwing it at the zombie's head. It landed in between the zombie's eyes and the zombie fell to the ground. Not fully satisfied, Hal hit the thing a few times in the head with his golf club before retrieving the hatchet and heading on his way to Rhea's. He at least had the common sense to put away his makeshift weapons before knocking on the door. If she was in there, he didn't want her to be afraid. "Rhea? Are you in there? It's Hal. ...You didn't pick up your phone." Lame reason to come across town to see her, but he was worried and you didn't take chances in the zombie apocalypse! Not with the people that you really cared about!