Update 2: On the road
Jun. 13th, 2007 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cormacI stopped by the bathroom while heading out of Walnut Center and grabbed as many ammonia-related products I could find. The building was deserted, as far as I could tell, but I played it safe. Exited out the back door and creeped around the building. There were some shamblers in the street, but they seemed to ignore me. Before leaving the garage, I climbed up to the top to get a better view of the city.
The streets were filled with blood. Buildings were burning, and the sirens which had earlier filled the air had grown silent as the grave (no pun intended). I could hear the moans, though, and another horrible sound (more on that later), so I headed back down to the truck.
I took Walnut/Foothill back to the flat. They seem to congregate in shadier areas (perhaps the heat is a factor?) I rammed through a large crowd of them near the last stop on the Gold Line, and never looked back. Picked up supplies at the flat, strapped on my heavies armor, grabbed my handgun as well as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
patgund's, wrapped up the bladed weaponry, and threw everything in the truck. Then I remembered the rumor going around that said that salt hurt them, so I went back for the canister of Morton. While I was in the kitchen, the glass to the laundry room door broke through, and one of my neighbors tried to enter. I panicked and threw the canister at her. She was almost immediately engulfed into flames. It was the most spectacular thing I've ever seen. My neighbor continued to shuffle through the door as the walls light up with fire. I ran.
patgund, don't try to go back to the flat. There's no flat to go back to.
On my way down Foothill, I looked to see if John and Bjo were ok. Their car was gone; I can only hope they got away safely.
The streets were filled with blood. Buildings were burning, and the sirens which had earlier filled the air had grown silent as the grave (no pun intended). I could hear the moans, though, and another horrible sound (more on that later), so I headed back down to the truck.
I took Walnut/Foothill back to the flat. They seem to congregate in shadier areas (perhaps the heat is a factor?) I rammed through a large crowd of them near the last stop on the Gold Line, and never looked back. Picked up supplies at the flat, strapped on my heavies armor, grabbed my handgun as well as
patgund's, wrapped up the bladed weaponry, and threw everything in the truck. Then I remembered the rumor going around that said that salt hurt them, so I went back for the canister of Morton. While I was in the kitchen, the glass to the laundry room door broke through, and one of my neighbors tried to enter. I panicked and threw the canister at her. She was almost immediately engulfed into flames. It was the most spectacular thing I've ever seen. My neighbor continued to shuffle through the door as the walls light up with fire. I ran.patgund, don't try to go back to the flat. There's no flat to go back to.On my way down Foothill, I looked to see if John and Bjo were ok. Their car was gone; I can only hope they got away safely.