Cpt. Steve Rogers (vintagecaptain) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-02-14 08:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: derek hale, character: steve rogers |
I Get Mine and Make No Excuses;
WHO: Steve Rogers & Derek Hale
WHERE: The streets of Grimoire
WHEN: Sunday morning.
WHAT: Gathering supplies gone very wrong.
WARNINGS: Violence and death
STATUS: Complete
Like most disasters in this world it seemed to drag on and on though only a few days had passed since the undead had taken over. People were trapped in their safe houses and even those might not be safe anymore since Tony reported his lab was alive and throwing things. Steve wasn't sure how much longer they had. If all the buildings turned against them they wouldn't have anywhere safe to stay unless they went to the woods which were always dangerous. Going back to the other town, Morrowood, didn't sound like an option either since it was filled with monsters.
He was working on a plan for if they were forced out but right now the more important thing was supplies. They were running low in the tower which was built to withstand undead hordes but not stocked as fully as needed. He donned the uniform, strapped the shield to his back and climbed down the fire escape to get to the street.
There weren't many people out anymore. It seemed like everyone had the common sense to stay in their safe houses and not go out. He avoided fighting as much as he could because the hordes were more and more aggressive as time wore on. Steve ended up at the mall first but the number of undead there made it not safe for gathering supplies. That forced him to stay on the streets, moving from place to place in an effort to find what they needed at the tower.
"Heads up!" he shouted when he spotted someone fighting off an undead. Steve threw the shield, hit the undead in the back of the head with enough force to crush the skull and then caught the shield as it came back. It was enough to temporarily stun the undead. It was enough for the man to actually kill the undead with what looked like a set of claws. Interesting. He had yet to meet someone with claws like that.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he jogged towards him, resetting the shield on his back. "It didn't bite you did it?"