Snippet #1839963

Rasheed was minding his own business as Sohaib and Ashraf argued about some verse in the Q’uran regarding drinking. Rasheed just held his spatula making his way through the aisles while he had now went from singing into humming another tune. He’d switched from hip hop to nursery rhymes, not even noticing as walkers made their way into the aisle. However it seemed his non attentiveness would be the death of him, as a walker entered the aisle while he was browsing the cereal section for fruit loops.

“Damn it Ashy shut up, can’t an old man sing his songs!! I can’t even find any fruit lo holy” Gripping his kitchen utensil he turned to face the walker. However he’d lucked out as an arrow hit the undead monstrosity right in the forehead

“Praise Allah” Sohaib hollered in his mind, and Ashraf rolled his eyes, and the two personalities continued arguing. Rashed frowned at the dead zombie.

“I sing to sing, what’s an old man got these days huh? All this Zina everywhere, the old days are pass no more aliens or me to fight, no more princesses to save, no more robots to share a beer with. Even the chickens are sailing on a different boat now a days.” He said blabbering about things that made no sense. He watched as the girl ran off to help some others in a gas station, and Ashraf just grinned.

“She had a nice ass, and I bet the front is just as-“

“Hold on Ashy, Soh we got work to do, I’m smelling more of em, and dis here spatula aint gonna help, we gotta check out the gardner section, me and my gramma use to go all the time to get them plants to get rid of them demons.”Sohaib just sighed, and Rasheed ran out of the aisile. Minutes later he was rushing outside the grocery store a gardening shear in hand. He’d broken it in half however in order have not one but two blades at hand.

He took a deep breath and then ran forward towards the men still standing, and the disarmed woman. “HALAAAAAAAAAA” He yelled out as he jammed one of the shears into the man’s chest having charged from behind, with the other blade he swung wildly at one of the other dirty assailants.
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Cory continued driving, a sadness in his eyes, but he had a self appointed mission. He was driving slowly, too much noise would attract them, not to mention while he had gas stashed in the trunk he didn’t need to use the car too much unless he needed a hasty escape or long distance travel for one reason or another. He needed to rest soon, and falling asleep in the car out in the open could possibly result in this vehicle being his final resting place.

He made his way outside the vehicle looking at a nearby apartment. There were no doubt infected inside, but supplies in abundance could be accessed by him. Vending machines with drinks and snacks, beds, locked doors, and carpets no more sleeping in abandoned churches, and gas stations. He stashed his gun in his pocket, getting out his knife. He felt a lot more comfortable using his gun, but the noise it produced was not worth the risk unless the situation was the definition of hopeless.

“Alright we’ll here I..”Suddenly he heard an unmistakable noise gun-shots, that meant there were other survivors in the area, and then he heard the sound of them. Not just one or two, an entire horde, he grabbed one more thing from his vehicle before slamming the door. The Holy book in his hands, he rushed inside the hotel, with a horde behind him. He stashed the knife in his pocket whipping out the gun pulling the trigger opening fire, the situation was one he could classify as hopeless. He made his way towards the stair well and began heading up.

Darkness was what he had to combat next, complete and utter darkness. He said the Lord’s prayer as he made his way up the stairs, slowing down as he reached the third floor. He wished he could trace the gun-shots, but then again what if other survivors were hostile. They might not take the risk to discern between the living and dead, or worst they might have been began to loose their sanity with what was going on, and prove more of a threat then an ally.

As he kept moving he saw a damaged door, and dead zombies. Someone had been here, and recently. However he didn’t have time to think as he spotted more zombies and he quickly tippy toed up a few stairs before he took off running firing a shot hoping to attract the attention of the survivors as he continued up the flight of stairs,. He stopped cold the door was open, he heard voices talking about something. He gripped his own weapon, praying the situation wouldn’t turn into a Mexican stand off. He made his way through the door way, he saw light.

“Hey Anyone here! I heard gun shots! I’m just looking for supplies, don’t shoot Don’t fucking shoot! I got weapons too, I got transportation too, and only I know where the key is.” He tried to sound stern strong, but he was nervous if whoever was around had truly lost their sanity an escape vehicle would mean nothing to them.