As a man whose own sister had dubbed him the Earl of Bad Decisions, Brandon probably had no right to be angry at Maddie for leaving the prison during a lockdown. Not just leave the prison, but leave the prison alone. But yeah, he was a little bit pissed. Not only was she risking her life, but now, because he was the one she'd asked to come and get her, she was risking his life, too.
But he hadn't hesitated. As soon as he found out she wasn't in the prison; that she was dealing with a fucking smasher, Brandon loaded up with every weapon he had readily available and headed for the gate. But before he even left his room, a problem hit him. How in the fuck was he going to get paste the gate, looking like the god damned cavalry? The people around here were idiots, sort of, maybe, but they weren't that fucking stupid.
It didn't take but a couple seconds for a plan to dawn on him. Thank fuck, because he didn't have any time to waste.
At the door, he reached down to his right and pulled out his army surplus bag, tossing his sawed off and his pistol in there, then peering into the front pocket, to make sure his Carribeaner and rappelling gear were still there from the day he and the rest of the founding crew had come to check the place out in March. They were, so he hung his sniper rifle over his right shoulder while he hoisted his bag onto the left. He had to hurry. He'd already wasted enough time.
Of course, he was going to end up caught on camera rappelling down a fucking wall, but he'd deal with that punishment later.
Getting into the guard tower undetected was kind of a task on its own, but he did it. After rappelling down the wall and glancing over his shoulder to make sure that no one was following him to drag him back into the prison, Brandon hurried toward town.
Being undetected was tough enough—Brandon took to the rooftops as soon as there were rooftops to take to, but even then he could practically feel the vibrations of hungry infected pounding the walls underneath him—and headed to the street address that Maddie had given him.
The door to the roof entrance was locked, so Brandon took to the fire escape and went in the first available window.
As soon as his feet hit the floor, he felt the thudding vibrations of the smasher attack on the first floor. "God damn it, Atinlay, what the fuck are you thinking?" he asked as he kicked a nearby door open.
In that instant, the vibrations stopped. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, all right... he loaded his shotgun again and decided to use this particular plan to lure the thing away from Maddie for now. Shotgun loaded, Brandon kicked the wall next to him with all of his might, his boot going through the drywall. The vibrations started again, but this time in a different pattern. It was getting closer. Coming for him now.
Hurrying into a nearby room, he slammed the door shut and hauled back with all his might, punching a hole in it. Looking through the hole, he watched as the smasher approached him rapidly. Sticking the barrel of his shotgun through the hole, he smirked wickedly when he saw that it was right face-level with the son of a bitch. "Adios, motherfucker," he seethed as he fired, and instantly the hulking infected crumpled to the floor.
Let no one ever tell Brandon that he wasn't smart under pressure.
He just hoped it wasn't too little too late. Hurrying down the stairs and into the music store, Brandon looked around. "Atinlay? Cavalry's here."