Snippet #6249

From the rooftop of a small building, a man stood over looking the shopping center across the street from the house in front of him, his tattered trench coat blowing slightly in the breeze. The A of the WALMART across the building was badly cracked, as if someone had shot a few bullets through it. The building itself looked abandoned with all the lights off, if it wasn't for the horde of zombies that were making their way in.

The red haired man grinned slightly. He could guess that the reason the zombies were making their way into the building, was because there were survivors in there. Of course he could be wrong, but it had been a while before he had seen another human who wasn't half decayed.

There were too many of them for him to start taking them out now, that would be suicide. He was going to have to reduce their numbers. Taking a look around, he could see bodies littering the street as well as wood and bits of metal, possibly fallen off some of the buildings. Jumping to several more houses away a distance away from the shopping center, he jumped down onto the ground where he could clearly see there were no zombies around. Taking a look at his surroundings, he grabbed a few pieces of trash before tossing them atop two zombies. Taking his bottle of whiskey he sprinkled it all with the alcohol, before lighting a match and dropping it on. It flamed up immediately, and quickly started burning the wood and the bodies. Climbing back up onto the roof he ran back, before any zombies might show up and catch him.

Looking at the shopping center, he grinned. "Now let's see how many of them get attracted. And then, it's show time.." He rested his hands on his katanas, eagerly watching.