Choking on Smoke

[milobouiver]

Date : November 6th, 2009
Time : 3:10 AM
Location : Apartment complex a few blocks from Mercy Hospital



Milo sat on one of the few dining chairs that faced the front door of his apartment, long sturdy planks of wood crossing over the door and nailed into the door frame; the windows also covered by the same kind of material. He fiddled with his M1911 pistol, nervously taking out the clip and then sliding it back into place. Another survivor was there with him, a female he met a day ago. He hadn't really caught her name, so he turned his head to look at her. "What's your name, anyways?" He asked, his tone a bit dull and slow, but only because he had been up for the past six hours; paranoid that an Infected might break down his barricades and kill him in his sleep.

[Gruntyking]

The boy was just a bit too loud. All that noise from before; homemade bombs, screaming, car alarms, it just made her damn head spin. It sucked to be young, and it sucked to have migraines. More than that, it sucked that there were crazy bastards all over the place, acting like 28 Days Later was real. That's what she told herself, at first. Then she saw a man tear her father's guts from his stomach. Then she Mom swarmed by the monsters, and worst of all, she witnessed her little brother get sliced by that crying bitch. He looked at him. Pretty rough. All survivors were. She had wondered how she looked, hardly the first time such a thought crossed her mind, but now dreadfully ironic in this new world where fat people exploded on impact and bodybuilders ran around like gorillas.

She checked out her gun. Daddy loved his huntin' -a real backdoors redneck he was- and this shotgun was her only physical memory of him. It had kept her alive, despite not knowing the name of it beyond Memento, a term she used to dote on her Dad's memory. She mildly considered the day it would jam or break, just like all guns. That disturbed her quite a bit.

"It's Cal. I wouldn't bother remembering it too long. I got attached to a couple of names over the past few weeks and well, there not here anymore, are they?"

She mulled over her words. She sounded like a class drama-queen, a real angsty one. That wasn't her, and suddenly she regretted her cold demeanor towards the guy. He was trying to survive too, no reason to be a douche.

"Well, if I'm Cal, then who're you?"