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Chuck walked through the plaza; the zombies were keeping to themselves thankfully. He had no weapons to speak of and things were looking desperate, the stench of death hung in the air. It wasn't something you got used to easily. The transmitter rang out and Chuck immediately took it out and put it to his ear. "What is it?" he asked and the old man told him about some photographer taking pictures in the café on the second floor. "Alright, I'll check it out." Putting it back in his pocket Chuck reflected on what the hell he'd done to deserve this. He had no problem with saving survivors but if he died Katey would be without a father.
Shaking away that thought Chuck continued on hoping against hope that this was a normal guy.
"Not bad," he heard someone say as he went up the stairs to the second floor being careful to avoid any stray zombies that might be after him. As he got to the last step he spotted some guy with a camera taking pictures of something, Chuck couldn't really see what it was though. "Hey buddy," Chuck called and the guy turned, Chuck wasn't sure but he thought he'd seen the guy somewhere before in a magazine or something he wasn't sure.
"Hey pal, just in time," the guy said walking over. He put out his hand and introduced himself. "Name's Frank, Frank West." Chuck didn't know how to proceed so he just shook and then told him about the security room. Frank looked around a bit then shook his head. "Can't do that pal, not when I'm sitting on a gold mine here," he said and at that moment Chuck wanted to punch this guy in the face he was that angry.
As soon as Frank saw the camera around the guy's neck an idea popped into his head. "Listen, I'll come back to the security room. But only if you help me out," he said and the guy sighed before shaking his head.
"Can't we just go now?" he said and it was Frank's turn to shake his head. There was no way he was leaving this place without the pictures he needed. Hell he'd be so excited about this that he hadn't even showered or shaved that morning.
"You help me, I help you," he said with a smile and Chuck knew then this guy was cracked. There was only one thing for it, walk away and forget about this. "I need you to take a few snaps, that's all. I have some info that might interest you." Somehow Chuck doubted that but hey, you couldn't reason with a nut-bar.
Frank knew that this guy would do anything for information. He looked like the sort of type and if he was looking for survivors too. "Look, just take a few pictures and give me the film. Then I'll tell you about some survivors I saw a little while ago. Come on, it's a good deal."
There was no way in hell he was giving this guy the film from Katey's camera, true he could just go to the camera store not far away but that wasn't the point. "Who the hell takes pictures when there's people dying all over the place?" Chuck said and the guy laughed, actually laughed.
"I'm used to death, I've covered wars ya know," Frank said. Chuck thought about that and shook his head, if this guy hadn't been so cracked then he might've turned out to be a good guy. But instead he was just another nut-job with only one thing on his mind. "So, you in?" he asked and Chuck shook his head.
"I don't have time for your stupid games; I've got a daughter to protect," he said turning to walk away.
Frank narrowed his eyes at the guys back, there was a baseball bat lying discarded on the floor. Smiling he picked it up, ran toward the guy and took a swing.
"Time to smile for the camera pal!" the guy yelled and Chuck immediately ducked out of the way the bat just barely missing his head. Chuck turned and saw that he'd been right all along; this guy was just another psycho. There was no way Chuck could fight him barehanded. Before he could even think however Frank came running at him forcing Chuck to dodge to the left.
"Why don't you put that away and fight like a man?" It was a cheap trick Chuck knew but there was no way he could fight this guy as long as he had that bat. Frank laughed and much to Chuck's surprise discarded the bat and charged at him.
Chuck wasn't prepared and the guy managed to land a punch breaking one of Chuck's teeth. The inside of his cheek got cut. He spit it out along with some blood just as Frank kicked him in the shin. "Oh shit!" Chuck yelled falling to the floor clutching his leg in comical fashion. Then as Chuck was down Frank took the opportunity to kick him in the face, nearly breaking Chuck's nose.
Blood went flying everywhere and Chuck thought he was well and truly done for till the guy looked around for a bit almost as if he was looking for something or someone. Chuck took the opportunity to grab the bat and hit the guy over the head with it. There was a little blood as Frank kneeled down on the floor and started laughing; it was creepy to listen to. "I might not have gotten my scoop but I took some nice shots and that's FAN-TASTIC!" Just as Chuck was about to punch the bastard he got up and ran off.
Chuck cluched himself in he shook it knew he had to help this Brad guy if he was gonna get any then made his way into the park...