Snippet #768295

A slight breeze blew through the street, sending something rather awful smelling with it. The town appeared to be a ghost town out of a horror movie, with rotting bodies here and there and some zombies scattered through out. The buildings were intact, but signs of break-ins were evident.

In a street nearby the gas station, Archer stood looking towards the pump while rolling a cigarette along his teeth. He cocked his head slightly, watching a few people moving around the pumps.

"You see that Baxter?" Archer said, his speech slightly distorted due to chewing on a cigarette. His dog looked attentively at him through the mostly closed window, with only a finger width of space open. "Those aren't zombies moving around.."

Archer looked across the street for a few seconds more before opening the back seat and grabbing his M14. "You stay here, I'll be back in a minute," He said in a commanding tone to the dog. Putting the strap over his neck and shoulder, he shut the door and walked towards the gas station, leaving his companion staring out the window after him.

He debated whether to watch them to see what their intentions were, or to come up front and introduce himself. But if he were caught spying on them, he could be regarded as threatening. Putting his hands up in the air in plain sight of everyone as he walked near the pumps, he called out, "Hello fellow survivors!"