Alexander Wyatt (usedtobewy) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-11-08 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | leo, wyatt |
WHO: Wyatt and Leo
WHEN: November 9, 2014; afternoon
WHERE: Haven; near downtown
WHAT: Running an errand, a meetup, and some badassery.
One of the boats were leaking. Not usually a big deal, except the sealant that he and Jere were usually so good about keeping around had been nowhere to be found. Wyatt had spent the morning turning things upside down in the shop and the nearby buildings of the marina to try and find it and nothing. If he had to guess, he’d guess it got pilfered in someones attempt to build their own sad boat, or make something sea-worthy. Annoying, but not that surprising honestly.
The good side was, he was feeling more like himself with each day, so the thought of venturing into Haven on his own didn’t seem so beyond his abilities. He knew the city pretty well for someone that hadn’t lived there, and even with the zombies and the hostile groups it didn’t seem like a task beyond him. He just needed to get to the hardware store near downtown. They used to carry the stuff he needed, and he wasn’t guessing that too many people had taken all the cans that were stocked there.
He probably should have taken someone else with him, but hadn’t thought of that until he was already on the outskirts of the city working his way in. The roofs were probably the safest route to downtown, so he picked his way through until he hit a couple blocks from where he needed to be.
What he hadn’t expected was a small horde of zombies ambling around the entrance to the shop. Maybe ten. Nothing crazy, but he had to go in through the front, so that meant fighting through to get there, sniping them from the roof or waiting for them to clear out. Of his option he decided to start with trying to pick a couple off with his rifle. It’d make some noise, but the neighboring streets looked clear. So he set himself up near the ledge of the roof, careful not to look down. It was just a couple stories up, but looking down always triggered his fear of heights like nothing else.
Two of them went down easy, but the rest he couldn’t get a clear shot on. Shouldering the gun, he spotted a fire escape and decided that was his best exit to the street. Once he hit pavement he picked off a couple more with his knife, breathing heavy already, and the commotion had already pulled the attention of a handful more, but he was at the point where there really was no turning back.
Covering his back by staying near the glass front of the building, he tried the door and cursed when it wouldn’t budge, turning his attention back just quick enough to sink his knife into the temple of a decayed corpse that had almost gotten a chunk out of him. There was movement over the corpse shoulder as it crumpled. Wyatt recognized the person, or thought he did.
“Guerra!” He took a guess, yelling out the kids name. “The fuck?” Landing his boot squarely in the chest of another body, he pushed the body back away with enough force to send it into the street.