Chris was sitting against a tree picking at his knife. It was pretty cold. But he could survive. Before this planet went to shit, he was in the military. He wore black skinny jeans, with dark red dried up patches all on the thigh parts, he wore a black sweater with a grey jacket over the top and a bum-bag on his hip. He had scuffed army boots and his main weapon was an axe and shotgun. He only had 7 rounds left in the chamber and every shot took 3 bullets so he could take out around 2-3 skin eaters with each shot. He had only ever been with one group, and that was his ex-military squadron. There were 6 of them, Christopher, Conradd, Cameron, Jessica, Amelia and Drake. Drake was in charge but everyone listened to Chris anyways. Chris and Drake got into an arguement which led to a punch-up and it attracted almost a hundred walkers. Chros was punching Drake in the face and then stumbled back as a couple dozen walkers came out of the forest, Drake was almost beat to death. The others never messed with Chris so they left him hitting Drake. The came from every direction, Drake was screaming and Chris looked at him but the walkers pinned Drake and started ripping him open, Chris and Conradd started popping bullets through skin eaters heads but it attracted more, Amelia and Jessica were gone by the time they were surrounded. Cameron was sprinting but got snatched and pinned by a walker and his face got ripped off, Conradd ran and Chris followed but Conradd forgot all about Chris and left him behind because Chris became exhausted. Chris hasnt seen Amelia, Jessica or Conrad since then. He didnt know if they were dead or alive, but he didnt care. When he thought of the past, it weakened him, so he journeyed on.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 08:12:10 +0000