Eric Dressil was not in a good mood. He was stuck sitting around in the wardens office as hordes of the undead stalked the hallways of the prison. He had once been an immate here, now he was one of the only humans left alive. Just three days ago he saw his best friend Richie get torn to pieces by a Stalker (former immate Lester) as they both were making their way through the mess hall. Only Eric and Smith made it to their current safehold and avoided death. Eric got up out of his seat and walked over to the barricated doors. They were still standing and may even hold out for another day or two. Smith got up off of the floor and walked over to the broken window behind the wardens desk and looked outside. They were still there, eeriely lit by the moonlight.
The zombies continued to walk aimlessly through the yard outside, hunting for those that still breathed air. Across the yard near the wall was a Pyro and what appeared to be a Vampire. Smith looked back over towards Eric and saw that he had moved away from the doors and into the back room. When Smith entered the room he saw Eric was checking their food supply box that they had picked up in the mess hall. "How are our suppies doing?" Asked Smith. "Its all gone..." Said Eric grimly as he stood back up. He pushed Smith aside and walked back into the wardens office. Smith follwed him.
Eric picked his makeshift screwdriver shank up off of the wardens desk and tossed Smith his brass knuckles. "Surely you're not thinking of-" Began Smith, but he was cut off by Eric. "We can't stay here, we're out of food and water. I'd rather go out there and kill as many of those motherfuckers as I can, even if they kill me. Its a hell of alot better then sitting here and waiting to die like a pussy." Smith stood there for a moment, thinking over what Eric had just said. "Good point I guess, what do you want to do...?" Eric walked over to the window, looked outside for a few minutes, and rested his hand on the desk. "I figure we have three options..." Eric and Smith talked it over and weighed their choices. Finally they decided to...
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