Hey people, been absolutely ages but I've decided to get off my butt and do something, so I'm back with another chapter of my current story that actually doesn't suck. Ichigo is in now enjoy, and I'm tired {: )
Chapter 2: Alone In The Dark
*BAM* (click, click) *BAM* (click, click) *BAM* (click, click)
"Oh man! I love this shotgun!" was just about the only coherent thought that I could manage. But, it was true that life had gotten infinitely better since I had found this SPAS 11 in the basement along with tens of thousands of shells for it. Sure beats a plank with some nails in it, that really is for sure.
NAME: ICHIGO KUROSAKI
AGE: 23
WEAPON SPECALISATION: SHOTGUN, SUBMACHINE GUN
Yes, it really is a dream come true. It can reduce the mutant population of a room to zero in a matter of minutes. Not that I'm a sadistic asshole who enjoys that sorta thing, no no no, not me, well, maybe a little. "Right, that's that sorted" I thought to myself. "Better head home". I arrived at my humble abode. And said abode sure wasn't anything particularly special to look at, but hey, the mutants weren't smart enough to find it, and it was home, and had been since I was knee high to a grasshopper, so to speak. Plus, this seemingly run down ex-army base had secret defences.
When I got in, I decided to put on an old Linkin Park CD, and as I spun round and lobbed my weapon over my shoulder and onto the couch, I misjudged it and the gun and it knocked the CD player onto the floor and the radio came on. "Damn!" I thought"Now I'll have to pick that-" suddenly another man's voice came on the radio.
"Hello, this Vendetta here. If there is anyone else out there, any other survivors, I am at the main bridge every day from 1200 to 1600 hours every day, I repeat, the main bridge in the city every day from 1200 to 1600 hours, that's 12 midday to 4 pm. I can offer shelter, food and clean water, do not attempt to reach me unless it is broad daylight, I repeat, do not attempt to reach me unless it is broad daylight. Over and out."
My heart skipped a beat. There was another survivor out there! And he had clean water! Not the dirty gunk I had here. I looked out my window and saw the Lamborghini sitting there. I could reach the bridge in four hours if I drove quickly.
As much as this seemed like a sensible offer, but I had a fairly decent, although lonely, existence here. A bleep came from the radar; it showed a lone mutant wandering, seemingly aimlessly around the perimeter fence. I thought nothing of it. Half an hour later I heard a bleep loud enough to be heard over the almost deafening sound of "New Divide" blasting out of the speakers. I immediately hit the pause button. I knew this wasn't good. I turned to see a large green area on the radar. I knew before I turned round that the perimeter had been breached. I shot a glance out the window. It was about half past six in the morning. I guess I had no choice now, "City centre, here I come" was my only thought on the subject before I set explosives around the centre of the house and hit the gas pedal with all my might. I thought "so long, my old house"
*BOOOOOM!*