The Silence of the City
Johnny's Auto Repair Shop
Gothic City, New Mexico
Monday, June 26, 2001
1000 hrs.
Yet, another day in hell. He thought, he would find people at Johnny's, but no one was there. He had gotten there two days ago. He felt lonely and hungry. Yesterday, like around mid-day, the father of owner of the shop came. He was around the age of fourty-three. He was bald, fat, and very pale. Ryan tired, his best, to get along with the old man, but the man to crazy. Ryan was getting tired og waiting for someon to come and resucethem, he knew he was wasting his time. Ryan was wearing a long leather jacket, white shirt, and black jeans.
"Come on. We can't stay here. Those damn zombies, will eventually get in here and kill us." Ryan told the old man.
"I saw my son get eaten by five of those zombies. I'm not going out there to get myself killed, Ryan." the old man said.
"Fine, you stay. I'm gonna find a way out of the city. Oh yeah. Johnny had guns here, right? Where are they?"
Johnny's father stayed silent for a moment, then said. "Here." he threw Ryan a key, a weird shaped key."In the office, upstairs. There is a greenish chest with a lock, open it. The guns should be there." The old man turned around and walked in a trailer. He went in. Ryan heard a click. The old man had locked the door.
Ryan started to head for the stairs, but he stopped. He felt, for some reason, he felt that he should hurry. So, he started to run. He ran up the stairs, as fast as he could. He stopped to open the door. He quickly found the chest. He unlocked it. When he opened it, he was surpised, he saw one 45LC Stampede SAA Revolver, one 44M Colt Anaconda Revolver, one 12 gauge Diamond Special Shotgun, and one 50 Blkpwdr 700MLS Magnum Rifle. He took them, all four of them. In the chest, he found ammo, but only for the revolvers. He put the ammo in his jacket's pocket. He grabbed the shotgun and the rifle, and ran out the door. He went back down stairs. He decided to throw the key alway. He walked towards the backdoor, and just stood there. He looked back into the trailer, through a small window. He turned back to the door, and reached for the doorknob. he opened the door and saw a girl. She was blonde, and form what he saw, she was around eightteen or seventeen years old. As a reflex, he pulled the rifle up, aimming at her head.
"Wait, don't shoot!" she said to him. He saw that she was holding a 357 Desert Eagle Mark XIX Semi-Automatic Magnum. "I'm a human, not a zombie."
"I can tell. What are you doing out here, anyways?" he asked.
"I was with a group of people, and I heard someone yelling. So, I came to check it out. And here I am."
"Ok.Who are you?" he asked her. He glanced ather for a moment, and thinking that she was young and beautiful.
"I'm Vanessa. You are?"
"Oh... I'm Ryan.......The introduction will have to wait. Look." he glanced at a group of people walking towards them."Here" he gave her the shotgun."You know, how to use it?"
"Yeah."
As the zombies got closer, so did something esle.........
Johnny's Auto Repair Shop
Gothic City, New Mexico
Monday, June 26, 2001
1000 hrs.
Yet, another day in hell. He thought, he would find people at Johnny's, but no one was there. He had gotten there two days ago. He felt lonely and hungry. Yesterday, like around mid-day, the father of owner of the shop came. He was around the age of fourty-three. He was bald, fat, and very pale. Ryan tired, his best, to get along with the old man, but the man to crazy. Ryan was getting tired og waiting for someon to come and resucethem, he knew he was wasting his time. Ryan was wearing a long leather jacket, white shirt, and black jeans.
"Come on. We can't stay here. Those damn zombies, will eventually get in here and kill us." Ryan told the old man.
"I saw my son get eaten by five of those zombies. I'm not going out there to get myself killed, Ryan." the old man said.
"Fine, you stay. I'm gonna find a way out of the city. Oh yeah. Johnny had guns here, right? Where are they?"
Johnny's father stayed silent for a moment, then said. "Here." he threw Ryan a key, a weird shaped key."In the office, upstairs. There is a greenish chest with a lock, open it. The guns should be there." The old man turned around and walked in a trailer. He went in. Ryan heard a click. The old man had locked the door.
Ryan started to head for the stairs, but he stopped. He felt, for some reason, he felt that he should hurry. So, he started to run. He ran up the stairs, as fast as he could. He stopped to open the door. He quickly found the chest. He unlocked it. When he opened it, he was surpised, he saw one 45LC Stampede SAA Revolver, one 44M Colt Anaconda Revolver, one 12 gauge Diamond Special Shotgun, and one 50 Blkpwdr 700MLS Magnum Rifle. He took them, all four of them. In the chest, he found ammo, but only for the revolvers. He put the ammo in his jacket's pocket. He grabbed the shotgun and the rifle, and ran out the door. He went back down stairs. He decided to throw the key alway. He walked towards the backdoor, and just stood there. He looked back into the trailer, through a small window. He turned back to the door, and reached for the doorknob. he opened the door and saw a girl. She was blonde, and form what he saw, she was around eightteen or seventeen years old. As a reflex, he pulled the rifle up, aimming at her head.
"Wait, don't shoot!" she said to him. He saw that she was holding a 357 Desert Eagle Mark XIX Semi-Automatic Magnum. "I'm a human, not a zombie."
"I can tell. What are you doing out here, anyways?" he asked.
"I was with a group of people, and I heard someone yelling. So, I came to check it out. And here I am."
"Ok.Who are you?" he asked her. He glanced ather for a moment, and thinking that she was young and beautiful.
"I'm Vanessa. You are?"
"Oh... I'm Ryan.......The introduction will have to wait. Look." he glanced at a group of people walking towards them."Here" he gave her the shotgun."You know, how to use it?"
"Yeah."
As the zombies got closer, so did something esle.........