"Please?" The man asked with another desperate look, "I just want her to be safe….."
Vincent made a slight face. They had been going like this for an hour at least; the upside down milk crate that he was sitting on having long since left an impression on his backside. The man's piggy eyes widened as he realized his prey was getting cornered. "It will be easy and I promise I'll reward you." He gestured around the mostly empty GameStop, looking quite at home with his several days' growth of neck beard and a distinct third chin.
With that promise, Vincent stood up grabbing the fire axe leaning against the door. "In that case, I'll bring "her" back." Vinny said calmly turning to stride out and look impressive.
"Wait!"
Vinny stopped and turned around.
"It's dangerous to go out there, take this." The man held up a key with a string tied at the end, "It's the key to our apartment, if she'll go anywhere, it's there." Vinny swiped the key silently and strode out the door, chest out with the axe on his shoulder.
As soon as he was well away from the safe room and safely out of ear shot, Vinny fist pumped and congratulated himself on a truly epic exit, wincing as his hips protested the sudden movement. Of course, just as he started muttering to himself about age and a graphic description of where the freak could shove his "chairs", a hunter shrieked in the distance- forcing Vinny to stifle an answering squeal of fear.
Pure blind luck was what kept him alive and he was well aware of it. It had started with faking a cold to get out of school, barely missing the massacre. Then it was slamming a door in panic and knocking the jockey, which was chasing him, out like a light. Then it was panic saving his ass again when he grabbed an axe, closed his eyes, and swung, chopping down a horde of the undead in an impressive feat of strength (or days and days spent on the internet with no human interaction and the bodily functions of any normal male teenager). Vinny wasn't about to test his luck, he always failed tests and he doubted this time would be any different.
The hunter scream seemed louder so he edged away from the parking lot and backed up under the cover of the walk way. It was a cold, crisp morning, but the sun shone bright, reflecting off the ice and last night's snow with a blinding intensity. Vinny pulled his coat tighter and stuck his axe, blade first, into his backpack so only the handle showed, before rubbing his hands together and blowing on them, even though he was wearing gloves. He had almost frozen a couple of nights before; having forgotten it was technically winter he had been caught off guard when the warm spell broke and a blizzard had caught him in shorts and a tank top.
He had been walking for a while, following the main highway, when he realized with horror he had forgotten to ask the man his address.
Vinny collapsed on a bus stop bench with exhaustion, covered in blood (someone else's) and pissed. He had taken his anger out on zombies for most of the evening yet still felt unfulfilled. Snow had started to fall again, looking ominous without the comfort of a warm bed, or fuck, shelter in general.
At least zombies weren't known for their stealth.
Vinny felt miserable, not only was he starved for human interaction, but he had missed out on a chance to get supplies. Luck was turning. With that thought he sighed and buried his face in his hands, groaning loud enough to put a zombie to shame. A low snarl answered him.
The hunter launched it's self at him and Vinny shrieked, throwing himself out onto the street. The hunter slid to a stop and twisted around, claws scratching the asphalt. Vinny scrambled to his feet and took off, dodging around a burned out car. Not far away a scream echoed as a hoard's attention was caught.
Vinny let out a girly wail and skidded down the embankment towards a group of apartments. The hunter screamed loud and slid after him, growling and panting. In his head all Vinny could hear was "go away go away go away" and the sound of his raspy breath. He stumbled out onto a street and risked a glance behind him. Only to see the hunter getting shoved violently out of the way by a tank.
"GO AWAY!" Vinny cried, stumbling back and tripping over a fire hydrant. Of course the tank had other things on its mind and galloped forward. Vinny reached behind him in a panic, but his axe got caught on a zipper and wouldn't budge. Flailing, Vinny turned around and scrambled to his feet, sprinting forward only to trip over a prone form. A witch twisted with an angry cry and lashed out at him. Vinny covered his face instinctively, protecting it from the brunt of the claws, but not the force. It sent him flying and he hit the ground hard, ironically it also sent him out of the path of the tank which had been reaching for him at the same moment. If Vinny had managed to stay conscious he would have seen the male witch get struck and the tank collapse from the force of a pissed off mutant's attack.