Who: Ellis Murray, Lou Brackett What: Ellis is scouting and gathering Where:Streets surrounding the General Consulate of Canada When: Afternoon Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
Ellis peered through the slats of the security grates. The streets seemed to be deserted. He was liking this new set up. He’d moved to sleeping in an old newspaper stand that was equipped like a god damn fortress. The guy who owned it had probably been robbed one too many times. He was almost able to sleep through the night now. Not much room though.
Stretching and running a hand through his hair, he gathered his things, flipping on the flashlight he’d strung up from the ceiling and giving his map a once over, muttering to himself. Fumbling in his bad he fond a sharpie, pulling of the cap with his teeth and circling the block he planed to explore.
“Everyone made fun of me for the map, whose laughing now, hmm?” he muttered, lips curling into a grin. He wasn’t sure when talking to himself had stopped making him feel crazy, but honestly, being alone for this long…it was talk to yourself or turn a volleyball into a man named Wilson. “I guess to be fair…they’re zombie things now. Do zombies laugh?...I still think I come out on top.”
He folded the map and shoved it in his pocket, shrugging on his pack of essentials and grabbing his stick. He needed to think of a name for this thing. He felt so lame referring to it as ‘the stick’. But it kept the zombies at bay, so it was doing its job. He undid the locks and threw open the grates, looking about with a vaguely nervous expression before pulling them closed.
His stomach growled as he started off, and he decided it would be better to make this a short trip so he had time to stop by one of his stockpiles and get some food. Assuming he didn’t find any.