Roland Svensson sat with his back against the inside of the counter of the abandoned convenient store. His head was drooped forward, hands open on his short, brown hair, caressing his head, while his elbows rested on his bent knees. His thoughts were a giant, frantic mess. He'd been running for what felt like a life time, but he knew it hadn't been even near that long. When in such a situation as things had become, it was wise to take advantage of every peaceful moment you could. That's exactly what he was doing now. Resting his body while attempting as best he could to ease his mind.
Thankfully, he was not alone. Roland had been fortunate to find a companion, a survivor like himself, in this now broken world. While braving what was left of the Chicago streets, Roland had run into a soldier. A Staff Sargent Bishop, Benjamin, who, like himself, was one of those who hadn't ended up a ravenous, shambling, blood thirsty lunatic. Though they both had mastery over their adrenal glands, thanks to Stim, Bishop was the brawn of the pair, and Roland the brain. Both were strong and intelligent, but, for obvious reasons, Bishop was a more formidable combatant.
Suddenly, disrupting Roland's hard earned and well deserved peace, Bishops voice and pounding foot steps had came echoing from the rear of the building. "Sven! We have to leave. Now!" Bishop had yelled this with calm intensity. Though, it was a wavering sort of calm. Roland couldn't blame him. This whole thing was fucked. No one could be 100% cool under pressure. Not anymore.
Responding to the sudden urgency, Roland immediately snatched the sack of supplies the two of them had collected from the store upon their arrival earlier. He quickly rose to his feet, hopped over the counter and headed for the door, Bishop's foot steps getting closer behind. Roland swung open the front door, gave a quick glance both ways then turned to watch for Bishop. He could hear the demented sounds and cries emanating from the back room. Bishop was bolting toward him, away from the horrific death that was drawing near. As soon as Bishop was clear, Roland released the door and took off along side him.
Certain that Bishop was just as unsure as he was himself, Roland started looking for potential places to hide out in. The convenient store might have worked, but Bishop had messed that up. He probably wanted to check out back for anything of use and got sighted. Hence the ravenous horde now at their back. But even if this had not happened, the store had too many windows, making it difficult to fortify. Still, it had food and refrigerators, so it was an ideal place to make an attempt at fortifying. The restroom and toilet paper was another desirable feature. With effort, they could have blocked off the store front and had a nice place to survive in for a good while.
Unfortunately, the two were now, one again, running for their lives. After a couple minutes of full on sprinting, something caught Roland's eye off to his left.There was a warehouse down the street, a fairly secure looking one at that. If not, it wouldn't be too difficult to do a sweep and make sure it was clear before they started to fortify the building. "There," Roland exclaimed, pointing. Bishop changed course along side Roland and they kicked it into gear, adrenaline surging into their blood stream.
Upon arrival, Bishop kicked open the locked door allowing them to enter. Roland almost collapsed and leaned against the wall opposite the door, supporting his weight with his hands, his head bowed between his outstretched arms, panting heavily. Bishop slammed the now unlock-able door and found the heaviest object he could find to barricade the door. Tapping into his adrenal gland once more, he heaved a large wooden and metal desk in front of the door. He then looked out the small window and small cluster of degraded humans making their insane way through the mostly vacant parking lot. Going around or over a few miscellaneously distributed automobiles. There was only about ten or fifteen, thankfully.
"Don't keel over on me now," Bishop jested, winded. "We're not out of this just yet." With that, the soldier retrieved his side arm and cocked the slide before moving further into the building to begin their sweep. Roland reached and retrieved his own which they'd salvaged at one point. He located the safety and clicked it to off, then proceeded to follow Bishop. As they left the room, the anticipated banging, screaming and snarling began at the door and wall of the room.
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