Don't Get Blood On The Chaise Lounge

[Diana Cross]

Tag: Paging Dr. Scott McCoy

[/i] bites- that is if they ever got close enough, which she had been lucky enough to avoid so far.

She carried on through the winding road that eventually lead to a small town, she came to a slow before entering the boundaries. This had been something she was used to. She needed to walk her bike through, or else she would alert the whole community she was there. Which she had learned from a mistake in the first week of the outbreak. She wheeled the devil through the main streets. She passed a few unknown local shops and then carried forth. Lucky thing about small towns is there aren't as many of them. She had her combat knife on the side of her boot, she had mastered dropping down to retrieve it and then popping back up to strike. She also had her M9, tucked comfortably in the back of her waist band. She hated wearing this stupid helmet. She couldn't hear or see to well, but knew if something creeped up onto her she was safe, with that aspect. Once she found a place to stash her bike she would leave the helmet with it. Only then would she be able to be fully aware of her surroundings.

She saw something stirring in the shops but didn't look twice, she was moving quickly through the small strip of shops and wanted to keep it that way. If something was alive and well, they would know better than to shout out for someone.

She found a good place to leave her bike, some surrounding foliage outside a neighborhood. She removed her helmet and shook out her hair. She set hung it by the handles, and then readjusted her weapons. Doing the two tap touch. Gun in back. Check. Knife in boot, check. She proceeded through this small suburbia. The houses were nice and white, the majority of them were two stories. She picked the first one to her right, but she looked at it for a long time, glancing at all windows for any sign of movement. The sky promised rain so she would have to figure out her sleeping arrangements quickly. She always had a hard time looking through a downfall, and a ever harder time riding through it. She walked up the porch steps and they screeched underneath her steps. Might as well try the doorbell she sighed twisted the brass knob. To no surprise there was no deadbolt to stop her from entering. She stepped forward into the darkness of the home and held her breath as she listened for anything that gave away pending danger.

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[Dr. Scott McCoy]

It had been weeks since Scott last saw a human being. All that seemed to be around were the crazy people. He did not see them as human beings, or even animals. They were just the crazy people that attacked anything they saw. Scott avoided them the best he could. He had walked aways after seeing the hospital get taken over by the crazy people. He did not go to far within the few weeks. He was still in the same state just different town. The town he had come across seemed much smaller than the other ones. He had walked down the main street which only last a few seconds. He was lucky enough to enter the town during the day time. He had actually planned it that way so he wasn't walking into new territory in the dark.

The town did not seem like much. The stores all seemed pretty basic. There was a post office, an old furniture shop that seemed to have been closed months before the crazy people attacked, a huge costume store that looked like an ugly giant next to a small store all decorated in the few homey windows that it had. There was also a chinese restaurant and Scott was sure the food in there was probably really bad. As he walked down the street he was sure he could smell the rotten food. It was hard to tell because it seemed everywhere just smelled like death. He continued walking down the street and soon came to a street with a bunch of large houses on both side. As he came to the first one he figured it would be a good place to spend the next couple days. He wanted to take a decent break before heading off again. He had planned on traveling for a few days, resting a couple, and then traveling a few more days. He did not want to get over tired. He new if he got too tired he would not be able to fend off the crazy people if he had to.

He had only come across a few crazy people and that was enough for him. He had met some at the hospital, and some more while he wandered the state. He had been lucky each time and had been able to get away without getting hurt. He was actually a pretty fast runner when he wanted to be. Scott walked up to his new temporary home, and did not even bother knocking as he opened the door. The town had seemed pretty dead so Scott doubted he would actually see anyone alive. He then walked inside and began looking around the house.

[Diana Cross]

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She wasn't about to let her guard down just because everything seemed dead. She thought her mother seemed dead, until she started to sit up, after being dead for about three hours. Diana shook the thought, there was no reason to think like that and get distracted when about to raid a house whose inhabitants were unknown.

She crept forward, taking the first couple of steps. The first room looked like a parlor, a fire place on the main wall, with a lavish rug, and a velvet chaise lounge chair. There even appeared to be a dark oak mini bar on the other side of the room, a onyx black grand piano was sitting opposite of that. This room screamed wealth and so Diana walked right through it, she never imagined herself standing in a place like this. Yes it was able to distract her for that moment, but that was when she heard something clink. Sort of like a drawer of silverware being shut. She wouldn't have noticed it if she was any further away but she was close enough to be tipped off.

Diana headed through the room, there was light coming through a door way, natural light, not electricity. That was when she saw what was once a man standing with his back to her. It surprised her that she didn't hear it before she saw it, they usually weren't this discrete. But oh well, she would get it before it would get her. She was glad she didn't have to look at the face of this monster when she pulled the trigger, "You're a quiet little mouse," she whispered as she cocked back the trigger preparing to shoot this thing and drag it out back.

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