"This place is creepy."
"You have less to worry about down here than you do topside. -No people."
Tony was using the lighter, it still had a good bit of fuel in it. Without it, everything would've turned pitch black. He didn't know the sewer system, but he did have a general sense of what dircetion to head.
When they finally found the right manhole Tony went up first.
"Are you squimish?"
"No."
"Thanaphobe?"
"No- for better or for worse." Tony held down the less filthy of his hands to her and pulled her up as they were greeted with chaos. By a stroke of complete luck they spawned from within a parimeter of some type of enforcement squad long-since gone, but the area wasn't as full of the zombies as the other areas. Flames distanced most of them. The car piles and wreckage of the streets were welcome obstacle against them, but the blood-paved streets and agonizing cries of people still alive but no doubt being eaten sent a terrifying chill down Rose's spine. Tony continued on. They crossed the street and entered the radio shack through the ****tered glass window. Tony paused, picked up two sets of walkie talkies, four packs of batteries, stuffed them in his bag and continued on to the back.
The back room was a completely different scene. It was like that of an old gangster hang out with pool table, a desk full of cluttered paper, and a liquor bar. In the back cabinet were an array of guns hanging messily out of place. Someone had been trying to get to it in a hurry, but judging from the trail of blood, that someone didn't make it.
Tony checked the bottom shelf, found a good number of ammo boxes for his rifle and noticed the automatic shotgun.
"You like shotguns right."
"Shotgun fetish!" she joked,
Tony tossed her the automatic and some shells, he stuffed the rest of the ammo in his bag. The rest were guns they didn't need and would only slow them down, but then an idea struck him. He stuffed the bag, got everything they needed and asked Rose to help him carry the rest of the gun out to the armored van in the abandoned parimeter outside.
After carrying out the guns and ammo they amounted to a rifle with two cases of ammo, fifteen rounds each. A small submachine gun with two ammo cases, fifty rounds each. Finally, was the shotgun Rose was leaving behind, great handling, but only as good as the reload speed of the user. For that was two cases of ammo, fifteen rounds each. The four handguns they piled had four cases with them holding twenty bullets each. Tony reached for a notepad deeper in the truck and wrote down a message.
Hope these help.
He placed it on top of the guns and sat down tossing Rose a bag of chips.
"They're not coming center city."
"We leave a note... it would be a different story. One of them ran out of ammo shooting at the birds awhile back. They're low."
Rose was silent.
"Thanks for-"
"None neccessary."
Rose smiled and nodded. "I'd have to be heartless to let a smile like that go."
Rose chuckled.
They finished their chips and returned to the sewers. After resurfacing near a private law firm office barricaded by zombies trying to get in, Tony and Rose slipped away quietly. Tony, then wrote an extremely elaborate note on how to reach the paremeter in center city through the sewers and on a side note wrote three things.
You need a light source.
If a zombie bites, or even scratches you, you'll become one of them later, minutes, hours, or days, it will happen. Don't get bitten.
The radio frequency is 401:73. Tony left two of the four walkie-talkies and some batteries with the note on top of a car so it'd stand out and the rushed off.
They were two blocks down before they saw it. A mosnter, not unlike the one at the bar, but not the same. The zombies stared at it and out of primitive fear, they pitifully stumbled over one another trying to scatter, even the ones in the alleys. Despite all the chaos, it would still be three hours before Vince, Minja, and Shady awoke to see the ensuing wreckage.
"****!"
"Run!"
