Damien Thorn (ex_bornofaja490) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-11-19 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, open, ota |
Who: Damien and OTA
When: Evening
Where: Not far from his "home"
What: Scavenging for.. stuff. XD
Rating: R (language, for now)
Damien had headed into an area on the outskirts of the town where their safehouse was. He hadn't seen Prue for several hours, thinking she was out taking care of business, killing some moronic fool or zombie, or scavenging. So he had decided on going out to do some of his own. The other couple people staying at the house.. well, he had waited until they were busy or resting. He left a note on the table saying that he was out and will return soon. Short and simple. He didn't go out unarmed either. He was technically a weapon all on his own anyway but it never hurt to be prepared in any case. So he put on his trenchcoat and strapped a few knives on himself, grabbed a gun which had a makeshift silencer made from parts, and a machete on his back. He did like blades. Which was funny considering his childhood experience in a church, but that didn't bother him now. He had even managed to walk into a few after literally forcing himself to get over that phobia. Turned out it was too bad to be in. It was a good hiding spot.
He had wandered into an area, noting that it was one of the bare, less populated areas. Almost like a ghost town in a way. He didn't even see zombies either. Didn't mean one or two would suddenly pop up, but it clearly wasn't a hot zone. Hopefully he also would not run into any other humans. He was not looking forward to fight over anything important he wanted to snatch for his own. There were a couple isolated incidents, either killed directly, or it seemed accidental.. like a traffic light detaching and mysteriously falling on them full force, for example. That wasn't pretty at all. Damien stepped into an old store, abandoned as usual, cautiously peering around aisles. It seemed empty for all intents and purposes, but it was best to be on the safe side. Backpack slung over his shoulder, he began to inspect it all. It had mostly been picked dry. He had grabbed a few canned foods and stored them in his pack. Followed by some riding gloves, bleach, some lighters, a spare perfume spray bottle. Hmm.. this would be an interesting combination. He eventually found himself in another aisle, near the hunting area. But unfortunately? It would appear that some folks had already taken pretty much all the guns and ammo, except for a pistol and a BB rifle.
"Fucking shit, why am I not surprised," he mumbled under his breath. Of course he couldn't have been lucky to be here first before anyone else. Probably could have used some shotguns, rifles, handguns, and other such useful items. Then again, perhaps it was likely that other nomads or fighters from the other camps had been the ones to scavenge this at some point? Didn't fix his problem but he'd hope to find something useful here. There just wasn't much in the way of firepower. However.. there were some nice looking combat knives in the display case which was sealed. Not for long, since he wanted it now. There was also some sharp kitchen cutlery in one of the other departments. And there were a couple spare articles of dark clothing, some of which were also in this area. He'd get to that later. Should he bring down the entire store when he was finished? It was a possible option but he quickly decided against it. He may need to return later. Or maybe even use it as a strategic hiding spot or temporary fighting position. But for now, it was time to take what he wanted. He looked down at the case, touching his hand lightly to the glass. And after a moment.. the surface began to crack. Small at first. But then it spread out, cracking and extending like a web, before it was cracking all over. And then.. there was a distinct crass as the entire glass shattered on all sides, falling inside the case itself as well as on the floor. "All mine now," he said with a smirk as he began to pick up the knife weapons, storing most in his pack and others on his person. Then he snatched up a handgun as well as a small box of ammo. The only box of ammo left there. Now it was time to explore the place further, maybe see if any more supplies could be taken. Taken more than needed was a given. He would have to get something extra in order to bargain with for others. Granted, he had more blades on him than usual, and he could part with.. a few.. at the very least. For a price of course.