Snippet #1985332

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.