by The Kingpin » Tue Oct 06, 2009 9:23 pm
Vergil moved forward silently, hearing the voice but ignoring it....for now. it'd be a zombie magnet. whoever was making the noise was as good as dead, and he had no intention of putting himself on the line because some fool hadn't learned how to survive by now. distant shuffling could be heard, and a strange, rasping, gurgling breathing could be heard a few dozen feet away, most likely a zombie who'd lost it's throat or had it's face caved in, judging by the sound. what he DIDN'T notice however, was the spy from the shadows several feet away, on a higher floor, listening in to what little noise there was from their movements, hiding in the darkness of a jewelry shop. following his mental map, he went right, in the opposite direction to where the voice was coming from, heading in the direction of the food supplies in the general purpose department store within the mall. there he knew the isles should have everything he needed. he didn't expect to find much, though minor things like hairspray and other aerosol products would likely be somewhat more abundant than vital things like food and water. the odds of finding lighters were slim, as were the odds for matches, as fire was a very handy tool. tape would also be very rare if there was any at all. there were many uses for adhesive materials like that. he knew that there would likely not be any water, in any form that was usable. a mirror they could probably find, seeing as not many people would think of a use for something like that. his previous experience getting medical supplies had taught him that if there were any left, it was likely there'd be hell to go through to get to them. he had no choice but to hope for the best and prepare for the worst...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG