The next hour or so was a blur for Felix. After he jumped out the window and got down the rickety fire escape he spent his time trying to get away from the mob of zombies that were attracted to the noise he had made. He would really need to think his plans through more carefully in the future.
In the end he got himself cornered on the roof of some building. He had ran up one of the employee only stairwells trying to get away from a terrifying group of undead children and locked himself up here. Its so fucked up to think of the kids. They were so innocent...
He sat down on the edge of the building with a sigh and suddenly became aware of the wetness on his hands. Looking down at them he realized he was bleeding, which made sense. He did just bust up a window. He nudged his backpack off his shoulders not really wanting to use his hands anymore, the pain was hitting him full force now that the adrenalin as gone.
He reached into his bag with his right hand, it wasnt as banged up because it was holding the crowbar, and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol and a roll of white bandages. Damn he was really low on everything wasnt he? Felix could have SWORN he had some band aids in here too... guess not.
He sighed as he unscrewed the brown bottle. This was gonna hurt. He took a deep breath before he poured a small amount of the liquid into his palm and clenched his teeth when it hit his wounds. It hurt but he didnt want to draw any more zombies towards him than there already were so he suppressed it as much as he could, only letting out a sharp hissing noise between his teeth.
He wrapped his left hand up quickly with the rest of his bandages, with no bandages left he was forced to leave his right hand alone. at least it wasnt his palm, hopefully it would be okay...
He stood up nd looked around to properly take in his surroundings for the first time. Looking over the edge showed that he was three stories up. Thats a long fall... Felix stepped away from the edge and turned around. Leaving out the door was out of the question, the zombies had followed him up here, he was lucky there was something to block the door with once he got up here. It was a pain to move the giant crate though...
The only thing that seemed to be up here with him besides the crates were a few wooden pallets. Thats probably what the crates came on... He walked back towards the edge and circled the building looking down on the city. there were alot of zombies towards the north where he came from but there were still a few all around the building. Maybe he could get them to move somehow?
He looked around a bit more before he found an ideal escape rout, he wanted to get to a convenience store a block or so away towards the east, he would have to go through a narrow alley though... he didnt like it but it should be fine once he figured out how to get the stupid zombies to move. He should push the pallets off the roof. the north side of the roof. He could climb down the opposite side and get to the store that way, not far off his original plan. perfect.
He grabbed a smaller pallet and winced as the splintery wood dug into his wounded palm. the bandages cushioned the contact but it still hurt. Slowly and painfully he dragged the pallet towards the edge and tossed it with a grunt. He watched as it fell and smashed to the ground below.
That got their attention. He watched with satisfaction as they all started shambling towards the noise. After a few seconds of watching he realised he should get moving before they figured out no one was there. He hesitantly swung his leg over the edge of the building, trying to make sure he had a good foot hold on the top if the window before he lowered the rest of his body down. It was a slow process but it was worth it when he finnally got down. He could feel his legs shaking with nerves.
He should just hurry up and get to the store. He grabbed his gun out of his pocket and turned the safety off- just in case. He was going through a narrow alley... He still felt uneasy about it. He started a quickly walking towards his destination, peeking behind corners before moving on. When it came to the alley he paused a bit longer than necessary. He couldn't see anything that suggested he could be in danger, heck there was even an open window on one of the buildings giving him an escape route if he did managed to get caged in, that made him feel a bit better.
He took a deep breath and took a few hesitant steps into the alley. All good so far. He kept walking passing a few trash piles ad back doors, getting closer to the open window, half way out of the alley. Then he froze.
It looked like there was someone in one of the trash piles. He couldnt tell if they were alive or... He took a hesitant step toward the person, it looked like a boy, maybe a teen, they had blue jeans on, red converse, and a green hoodie. It was a bit warm for that, and it made Felix even more nervous, if he had a hoodie on he could have died when all this started in spring... the boy wasnt moving though, and he didnt want to leave someone behind if they were still alive.
This would be alot easier to figure out if his face wasnt covered, he had something in front of it, a paper plate? No. No that was a mask, why the fuck was he wearing a mask? He sighed. Well he would need to move it if he was ever going to figure this out.
He pointed his gun at the boys head- just in case, and held his breath as he slowly reached out towards his face. As soon as his fingers made contact with the mask the boy grabbed his hand. The gun went off and the boy screamed.