by Doc 42 » Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:19 pm
Kieran sat in the conference room, scribbling a note down on a piece of paper while chewing some nuts. The room was dusty, but otherwise clean, light shinning through the window over looking the city. The moans had gotten a lot louder since he arrived at the building a few days ago. Chances are they could smell him and had been trying to find a way past the rubble. He had found a few pens and plenty of paper as well as some tinned fruit that he found in the bathroom (there was a body in there too, it seemed someone had tried to make a last stand there but died of their wounds.)
He finished the note and then folded it up into a small square, taking one of the thumb tacks he had found in the office and sticking the note onto his map, over the building he was in. He drew a house on the folded up square and then admired his handy work. That was the 3rd safe house he'd marked. There were other notes pinned to the map as well. Two other houses and a skull and cross bones pinned over a school that he had stayed in before. While he was there, he found a survivors diary which had warned of hundreds of zombies hiding in the schools basement. He left swiftly. He had taken a number of pages from the diary and stored it in his rucksack. It seemed like a good idea to collect traces of other survivors, it reminded him that he wasn't alone.
There was one last thing to attend to before he left. He took out a spray can and got to work on a large 'flag' he had put together out of curtains and other materials and then sprayed a large house onto it. He took his time, making sure it was large enough to be seen from a distance. The flag was quiet big, covering most of the table. When he was finally satisfied, he took his trusty rope from his bag and dragged the flag back out into the office's main room. Wind whipped through the room softly, blowing papers around and causing the conference room to slam shut. He found two windows on the east facing side of the building and managed to string the rope between them, then he used it to feed the flag across. When it was in position, he used two desks to secure it in place (A reminder of how much he needed a hammer) and then retrieved his rope, happy with his handy work.
Then he collected his things and headed downstairs. The zombies must have smelt him. On the lowest floor, he could hear them roaring from beneath him, faint thuds hammering against the rubble blocking the rest of the staircase. Most of the rubble had been caused by a large aerial which had toppled against the building and smashed a hole through the stair cases's wall. He pinned one last note to the wall, an A4 sheet with his name signed at the top "Kierán Wilder was here." He left space for other visitors to sign their names as well. Just in case he ever returned. The flag he had strung upstairs served two purposes. A land mark to help identify where he was when travelling through the city and a marker to other survivors that the building was safe.
He climbed across the wrecked aerial and then made his way down the fire escape of the adjacent building, eventually landing with a light thud into the alley way between them, taking a moment to breath before continuing...

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**** off TT"-Doc 42
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