David ''Razor'' Lewis's Story

David had worked quickly when the Infected started to roam the streets. He had taken refuge in Old Bridge Tavern on mainstreet. It wasn't hard to make the owner give him the place, when someone bleeds out of their eyes everything they own is for grabs. That was how David saw it and he made sure the owner didn't bother him any more.

The pub was easy to make into a safe haven. With only two ways out, one in the kitchen and the entry door. He barricaded the kitchen door and made sure it would never open again. The windows were covered with planks and other debris and nailed shut. Only way in was the door. And when you came in, a drunk pissed of biker called Razor sat on a chair next to a table and blew their heads off. His trusted shotgun did the job and from time to time he'd take a swing with the bat if he felt like ''keeping in shape''.

He locked the pub during the day to scavenge for food and other toys and then spent the rest of the day shooting infected who came close, and locked it again during the night. Wasn't too bad. He had something to take out his anger on and when the silly ''Survivors'' came to ''Team up'' he could just shoot them too and grab their gear. You got to take care of yourself.

I can hear you... I hear you out there. Poke your ugly face in and I'll feed you to the dogs. You know you want to come in you scum.. I'm waiting

The one outside was alone and probably wounded by the heavy breathing and moaning. It could be a very injured survivor. That meant more gear or food. He took a sip from the whiskey bottle and lit his cigarette, letting the smoke sip out from between his lips slowly. Razor knew he was either joining those savages or dying soon. His last rounds were on the table and every night he could hear the protection he had made in the front crumble. But he was going out on his own terms. He was going out like a Raven...

“Emery…come, see daddy” he smirked as he held up an axe drenched in dry blood. Tears rimmed her dark green eyes as she tried to build up the courage to pull the trigger. Why is this so damn hard just doing! She thought, it hadn’t been a problem with any of the other infected she had pulled the trigger and never thought twice. She frowned as she hesitated to pull the trigger seeing him get closer. She took a deep breath aiming the gun as she pulled the trigger the bullet leaving the barrel of the gun and going straight through the skull of her father. Blood and brain matter leaving the hole at the back of his head where the bullet had exited as her father’s now lifeless body fell to the ground. The tears now burning down her cheeks, she stood frozen for a moment, until a blood curdling scream brought her from her shock. She had to get inside and quick she could see a woman being attacked in the distance and she would have helped if it hadn’t already been too late, she had already been exposed to the Black Death if the infected attacking her didn’t killer her she would soon be one of them. The nearest building was the Tavern that her father spent a good amount of his time at, mostly because he was good friends with the owner. She ran to the front door though it was locked she kicked as hard as she could a few times, before the door finally gave in, being an old door anyways. She ran in shutting the half hinged door best she could, breating heavily as she slid down the length of it.

Razor looked at the table to his left with several cans of food as well as other kind of food he had looted in his last raid, bottles of alcohol, packets of smoke and shotgun rounds. Everything a man needs to survive the apocalypse. He also had a radio that didn't work since no one broadcasted anymore. Well if Razor could find a few CD's or something he'd be set for life. His gaze wandered to the radio and he started playing with it's buttons. Hell some good old Rock 'n' Roll would make his day.

'' You god damned piece of shit!'' He roared and flung it into the wall, the sound of it breaking and hitting the floor made him smirk. Then he cursed, now he had nothing to be angry at except the Infected when they came by. He put out his cigarette and opened a bag of chips, took a handful and stuffed it in his mouth before wiping his hand on his trousers. It tasted a lot better then that canned shit. Who ate that anyway?

His eyes wandered over to the corpse of the last sorry Infected who came bursting through the door. It was laying a few feet away from the door on it's right, most of it's head was missing. Charming.

'' You're going to start smelling soon my friend.. But I ain't dragging you out untill tomorrow.. Or the day after, who cares you're a fucking corpse anyway!'' He finished his sentance by throwing an empty can of soup at the corpse. It made a ''thunk'' noice as it bounced of it's torso. To be honest it didn't just smell a little bad, it smelled so freaking bad, Jesus. But dragging it out now when he knew there was some Blood Heads around would probably make him ending up as his friend over there or worse.

His rant was interupted by someone almost kicking the door in, slamming it behind them and sinking to the floor. Without noticing Razor with a itchy trigger finger. Before the girl could catch her breath he made his presence known by a load cough and the gun pointed right at her stumach. With survivors it was no good to threaten them with a clean headshoot and quick death... No it was the fact that it could take them hours to bleed out and have the Infected have their fun with their dying bodies that scared most Survivors.

'' Don't move or I'll fill that belly of yours with a hail of lead.. Now put the safety on your little toy there and slide it over here... Slowly. I won't hesitate to blow a hole in your gut and throw you outside you hear?'' He gave her a cold smile as his eyes scanned her.

Emery looked to the man threatening her not at all scared of him, instead fearlessly pointed the gun at him “Fuck you asshole, no way in hell am I giving this up and I will just as easily shoot you” she smirked a bit “Ooo…so scary like I haven’t been in this situation more than once” she rolled her eyes a bit. “This is what’s going to happen big man” she taunted him a bit “YOU’RE going to put your little toy on safety and slide it to me” she said slowly as if he was stupid “Cause I have no problem shooting your big dumb ass and leaving you here to die” she said in a serious tone, before sighing a bit rolling her eyes knowing he wasn’t going to give in able to tell by his posture “Fine. Why don’t we call a truce, will both put are guns down…you let me stay her tonight…you won’t even know I’m here and I’ll be out before you wake up.” She said in a calmer tone.

Razor was close to pulling the trigger to shut that bitch up. Hell who did she think she was? A girl that probably spent her life like a barbie doll and now is the ultimate survivor? He smiled at her, he'd show her.

'' Alright.. Easy now, you've got balls and I agree. Let's put our weapons down and everything will be fine.'' He said and put the safety on but kept the gun raised to be able to quickly turn off the safety and fill her with lead in case she decided to betray him. Not that she would, she might be tough but he doubted it was easy for her to kill an innocent. Not that he was that innocent really but that was something she didn't need to know untill he had disarmed her and gotten himself an extra gun.. for safety of course.

'' You look cute when you try to be a badass now put the safety on and I'll let you stay here, even give you some food alright?'' He said with a calm soothing voice as he took a few steps forward.