Dim the lights... (Roland,Blaise) Jul 16, 2010 7:52:14 GMT -5
Post by *Gill on Jul 16, 2010 7:52:14 GMT -5
How far had they run?
Gill gave a low whistle to the survivors behind him, as holding up a hand or stopping abruptly would probably have caused a pile up, sending all three of them into the mucky sewage below. Gill quickly ducked down and pulled out a worn-out blueprint of the sewage service tunnels. They had made it...well, almost. They were on third avenue, about three blocks from central...three blocks from safety. "Alright guys, three more blocks..." he informed, a hint of worry clinging to his information. He steadied his flashlight against the .500 revolver in his hand and looked around, checking the next corner and sighing in relief. They had made it this far with nothing but the few zombies who had fallen down the man holes.
He counted them lucky...but he didn't wanna push it.
Gill gave a short run and leaped across the narrow waterway, landing clumsily on the other side. He turned back to whistle again to his comrades before turning around to keep watch as the others crossed. Damn this city, damn these tunnels...Gill wiped the sweat from his eyes and replaced the skullcap on his head holding his hair out of place. The teenager could hear everything in his fear, the blood pounding in his ears, the creaking and dripping of the water, the distant moans that haunted his every nightmare, which sadly were coming much more often. He quickly palmed his pocket, feeling the heavy lump of ammunition. Their recent raid of a broken down Smith & Wesson outlet had proven fruitful, as both he and Roland were now armed pretty efficiently.
He listened carefully around him, waiting for the other two to catch up.