Snippet #2130495

Alex watched the man's dareing escape from the rooftop, slightly impressed by its success. After watching him run around the corner Alex stopped to check the contents of Jak's bag. Unzipping it he found some spare ammo a bottle of purified water, two road flares and the last decoy. He was about to close it when something caught his eye, a pack of cigarettes, with four in the packaging. "Son of a bitch..." he could almost force out a smile. He slid the road flares into his belt and the ciggerets into his pocket. The bottle of water he slid underneath his vest and the cigarettes he put in his pocket. then slideing the bag under the car Alex took stock of the situation, the horde was less in number but still spread out among the street. He couldent follow the man without attracting them unless...

Standing up he chucked the decoy into the middle of them, then made hell dead for leather towards the corner, he was halfway there when he realized the decoy had failed. Now the undead were coming for him. Stopping in mid path he drew his gun and took steady aim, his first shot hit a walker directly in the skull. With barely a pause he put down another one while backing up. His back hit the wall of a building and he fired off two more rounds. They were close now, almost within reach. He drew the 34. and placed the barrel under his jaw. His finger was tightening on the trigger when he saw the fire escape nearby, it was risky but he holstered his guns and made a mad dash for it, twisting out of the grip of the walkers that almost caught him. He reached the escape and quickly climbed the ladder, then put a few bullets into the braces. Causeing it too fall of completely, and isolate him above the horde. "Out of the frying pan.."