Post by Nathan Ellis on Jul 14, 2009 13:17:35 GMT -6
January 14, 1924
0915 hours
Outside Chalton, UK Countryside
64 Degrees F, Partially Cloudy, Slight Drizzle
'Chalton, Population 134' read the old wooden sign. Looking past, Nathan could see the small town, which consisted of only a main cross roads, and a few side streets. A couple bodies were laying in the street, and a trash had been strung all over the place. Many shop fronts had their windows broken or boarded up. Evidence of at least some undead activity. Or at least, that was all he could see due to the drizzle limiting vision.
Unsnapping the holster on his belt, Nathan walked into town. Keeping a careful watch on the windows and other openings in the buildings. In the last town he had gone through, a creature had jump out of a 3 story high window and landed only yards away from him. He'd rather not experience that again.
After walking several yards, Nathan come upon a male body. Died from gun shot wounds from the look of the 4 bullet wounds in the corpse's chest. Hmm, this guy still has pants, I wonder, he thought as he rolled the corpse over to check his back pockets. Sure enough, the guy still had his wallet on him, and on closer inspection it revealed $2.75 in cash, and a picture of the poor blokes family. The sight of the man's wife and daughter made him feel a bit guilty at taking his money, but if his family was even still alive, they'd probably be far away from here. Pocketing the cash, Nathan kept moving.
As he neared the other edge of town, Nathan heard something fall in a 2 story building to his left. Pulling his Webley revolver out of its holster with his right hand, he crouched and spun to face the sound, bringing up his left hand to brace his right. After 5 seconds of complete silence, Nathan moved towards a door leading into the buildings. The only other openings on the buildings were boarded up.
Upon reaching the door, he could get a good look down the dark hall. Two doors were on either side of the hallway, and there was a back door at the end, which was still swinging from being recently thrown open. Most likely some survivor had seen him walking down the street and thought him to be hostile. But just to be sure, he walked down the hall, checking each room as he went by. The place hadn't been messed up at all, as if the owner's had just left it. Which meant the place was most likely rich with supplies. But, if his early suspicions were correct, then the owner(s) may decide to come back. And being the good person he tried to be, even in the middle of an undead rising, he decided to just leave. There would be plenty other places to check later if he needed something. Besides he had a train to catch.
- 20 minutes later -
Sitting by the tracks of a well used railroad, Nathan listened for the sound of an approaching train. If he caught the right one, it should take him down to Portsmouth, where he heard that the American's were landing. If nothing else, it'd at least give him a safe place to stay for the night.
And then he heard the sound he had been waiting almost an hour for, not something really smart to be doing if you were out in the open, but he needed to be sure he could get on the train. As it got near enough for him to see, he laid down in a ditch right beside the tracks, so the conductor wouldn't be able to see him jump on. And once the engine past, he got back up and waiting for a good place to jump on. Luckily, the train was just coming out of a tight bend in the tracks, and was still going rather slow. Ah, just what I need, he thought, as a low closed cargo car came into view. It even had it's door open. That most likely meant someone was already on, but all well. As the car came by, Nathan threw his bag in the door, and then running with the car a bit, jumped in himself.
The first the that Nathan noticed inside the car, was the click of a revolver hammer being pulled back.
"What you trying to do, hoping trains like that?" Said a man with a thick French accent, and not very good English.
"I just need a ride to Portsmouth. I'm supposed to meet someone there." Which was partially true.
"Haha, I am just messing with you. You can have a ride," said Frenchy, as he helped Nathan up, and lowered the hammer on his pistol. "We have fruit. You want some?"
"Ah, yes please, I'm rather hungry." Nathan said, sitting down on a bag of rice. Frenchy tossed him a pear, and Nathan laid back, trying to decide what he was going to do in Portsmouth...
0915 hours
Outside Chalton, UK Countryside
64 Degrees F, Partially Cloudy, Slight Drizzle
'Chalton, Population 134' read the old wooden sign. Looking past, Nathan could see the small town, which consisted of only a main cross roads, and a few side streets. A couple bodies were laying in the street, and a trash had been strung all over the place. Many shop fronts had their windows broken or boarded up. Evidence of at least some undead activity. Or at least, that was all he could see due to the drizzle limiting vision.
Unsnapping the holster on his belt, Nathan walked into town. Keeping a careful watch on the windows and other openings in the buildings. In the last town he had gone through, a creature had jump out of a 3 story high window and landed only yards away from him. He'd rather not experience that again.
After walking several yards, Nathan come upon a male body. Died from gun shot wounds from the look of the 4 bullet wounds in the corpse's chest. Hmm, this guy still has pants, I wonder, he thought as he rolled the corpse over to check his back pockets. Sure enough, the guy still had his wallet on him, and on closer inspection it revealed $2.75 in cash, and a picture of the poor blokes family. The sight of the man's wife and daughter made him feel a bit guilty at taking his money, but if his family was even still alive, they'd probably be far away from here. Pocketing the cash, Nathan kept moving.
As he neared the other edge of town, Nathan heard something fall in a 2 story building to his left. Pulling his Webley revolver out of its holster with his right hand, he crouched and spun to face the sound, bringing up his left hand to brace his right. After 5 seconds of complete silence, Nathan moved towards a door leading into the buildings. The only other openings on the buildings were boarded up.
Upon reaching the door, he could get a good look down the dark hall. Two doors were on either side of the hallway, and there was a back door at the end, which was still swinging from being recently thrown open. Most likely some survivor had seen him walking down the street and thought him to be hostile. But just to be sure, he walked down the hall, checking each room as he went by. The place hadn't been messed up at all, as if the owner's had just left it. Which meant the place was most likely rich with supplies. But, if his early suspicions were correct, then the owner(s) may decide to come back. And being the good person he tried to be, even in the middle of an undead rising, he decided to just leave. There would be plenty other places to check later if he needed something. Besides he had a train to catch.
- 20 minutes later -
Sitting by the tracks of a well used railroad, Nathan listened for the sound of an approaching train. If he caught the right one, it should take him down to Portsmouth, where he heard that the American's were landing. If nothing else, it'd at least give him a safe place to stay for the night.
And then he heard the sound he had been waiting almost an hour for, not something really smart to be doing if you were out in the open, but he needed to be sure he could get on the train. As it got near enough for him to see, he laid down in a ditch right beside the tracks, so the conductor wouldn't be able to see him jump on. And once the engine past, he got back up and waiting for a good place to jump on. Luckily, the train was just coming out of a tight bend in the tracks, and was still going rather slow. Ah, just what I need, he thought, as a low closed cargo car came into view. It even had it's door open. That most likely meant someone was already on, but all well. As the car came by, Nathan threw his bag in the door, and then running with the car a bit, jumped in himself.
The first the that Nathan noticed inside the car, was the click of a revolver hammer being pulled back.
"What you trying to do, hoping trains like that?" Said a man with a thick French accent, and not very good English.
"I just need a ride to Portsmouth. I'm supposed to meet someone there." Which was partially true.
"Haha, I am just messing with you. You can have a ride," said Frenchy, as he helped Nathan up, and lowered the hammer on his pistol. "We have fruit. You want some?"
"Ah, yes please, I'm rather hungry." Nathan said, sitting down on a bag of rice. Frenchy tossed him a pear, and Nathan laid back, trying to decide what he was going to do in Portsmouth...
