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Boulder may have seemed a fairly simple town compared to the hustle and bustle of the city life, but it was far from a quiet place. It enjoyed a healthy enough local economy, being in the middle of two roads that stretched out for miles and often resulted in a number of passing motorists that'd stop in long enough to a bite to eat or even a nights rest before leaving with their checkbook being just a little bit lighter. It had all of the necessities one would expect of a town.. Houses stretching out within the length of the town, an old church located a ways off from the main portion, near the woods along a hill, with the center this town being where one could find various shops,. Sadly, the once proud little town had come under a new 'ownership', as the former living occupants were now reduced to a scarce rarity.
His boots moved carefully over the gravel pavement of the small alleyway, hand clutching dearly onto the firearm within his grasp. How long had it been exactly? Days given into weeks, which had soon succumbed into a month, now going on two. It seemed easier for him ignore dates after a while. Live day by day, with the only real passage of time that mattered being the understanding of how long supplies would last. It was said supplies that brought him here, creeping around toward the back of the local market. Nice place. Been standing for as long as he could remember. Family owned for generations. Shame that immediate bloodline came to an abrupt end several weeks back.
Crouching, with the silencer on, Logan slipped behind the dumpster after securing the immediate area. Almost there, but he could hear it. The light shuffling of feet, of shoes dragging along that gravel. A low groan escaped the creatures maw. It didn't know he was here. Good. He needed to take it out before it did, otherwise he risked the chance of it alerting any other wanderers. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the lone police officer raised himself carefully, spying the undead being shuffling along in the short distance, and quickly picked his shot.
Time seemingly stopped as he took this shot. Logan was good with a gun, but had screwed up during similar situations over the past few weeks. Fortunately, as the bullet left the chamber of his weapon and found its way through the skull of its target, this would not be one of those occasions. Letting out a sigh of relief as the now truly lifeless body collapsed to the ground, the young man quickly made his way toward the back entrance of the market; fetching out the town master keys from his pocket as he prepared to go shopping.
The interior of the small market smelled of death, even weeks after having taken the last body out to bury. Despite it being made safe a while back, Jacob moved with caution, as one never knew when a nasty little surprise may be lurking around the next corner. The boarded up windows and barricaded door reminded him of past incidents with other survivors that had passed through with little interest in anything other then taking what they could on their tireless journey for some form of rescue.
At times, he wondered why he'd not gone with them. Most of those he knew were dead, and the very few that didn't die of the virus or the ensuing chaos had long since given up on this town. Perhaps it was an attempt at maintaining some type of normalcy. Or maybe he truly was frightened of venturing further away of the town? Though as he opened the large freezer, kept in working order by the small generator he kept in working order during these several weeks, Jacob knew that his time spent here was running low. What food wasn't taken by the occasional passing looters was growing in short supply.
Or at least anything of actual substance, he mused while straightening out the shotgun strapped to his back before helping himself to a small tub of vanilla ice cream which was already nearing empty. Using the ice cream scoop he'd left in there before, the young police officer moved toward the front of the market and took up a seat near the register so he could enjoy his daily treat. Letting out a tired sigh, he gazed out at the sunlight through one portion of the large front door windows that weren't boarded up; trying to ignore the occasional marauding undead traveler that trudged along the streets as he tried enjoying this moment of peace while helping himself to a another scoop.
Boulder may have seemed a fairly simple town compared to the hustle and bustle of the city life, but it was far from a quiet place. It enjoyed a healthy enough local economy, being in the middle of two roads that stretched out for miles and often resulted in a number of passing motorists that'd stop in long enough to a bite to eat or even a nights rest before leaving with their checkbook being just a little bit lighter. It had all of the necessities one would expect of a town.. Houses stretching out within the length of the town, an old church located a ways off from the main portion, near the woods along a hill, with the center this town being where one could find various shops,. Sadly, the once proud little town had come under a new 'ownership', as the former living occupants were now reduced to a scarce rarity.
His boots moved carefully over the gravel pavement of the small alleyway, hand clutching dearly onto the firearm within his grasp. How long had it been exactly? Days given into weeks, which had soon succumbed into a month, now going on two. It seemed easier for him ignore dates after a while. Live day by day, with the only real passage of time that mattered being the understanding of how long supplies would last. It was said supplies that brought him here, creeping around toward the back of the local market. Nice place. Been standing for as long as he could remember. Family owned for generations. Shame that immediate bloodline came to an abrupt end several weeks back.
Crouching, with the silencer on, Logan slipped behind the dumpster after securing the immediate area. Almost there, but he could hear it. The light shuffling of feet, of shoes dragging along that gravel. A low groan escaped the creatures maw. It didn't know he was here. Good. He needed to take it out before it did, otherwise he risked the chance of it alerting any other wanderers. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the lone police officer raised himself carefully, spying the undead being shuffling along in the short distance, and quickly picked his shot.
Time seemingly stopped as he took this shot. Logan was good with a gun, but had screwed up during similar situations over the past few weeks. Fortunately, as the bullet left the chamber of his weapon and found its way through the skull of its target, this would not be one of those occasions. Letting out a sigh of relief as the now truly lifeless body collapsed to the ground, the young man quickly made his way toward the back entrance of the market; fetching out the town master keys from his pocket as he prepared to go shopping.
The interior of the small market smelled of death, even weeks after having taken the last body out to bury. Despite it being made safe a while back, Jacob moved with caution, as one never knew when a nasty little surprise may be lurking around the next corner. The boarded up windows and barricaded door reminded him of past incidents with other survivors that had passed through with little interest in anything other then taking what they could on their tireless journey for some form of rescue.
At times, he wondered why he'd not gone with them. Most of those he knew were dead, and the very few that didn't die of the virus or the ensuing chaos had long since given up on this town. Perhaps it was an attempt at maintaining some type of normalcy. Or maybe he truly was frightened of venturing further away of the town? Though as he opened the large freezer, kept in working order by the small generator he kept in working order during these several weeks, Jacob knew that his time spent here was running low. What food wasn't taken by the occasional passing looters was growing in short supply.
Or at least anything of actual substance, he mused while straightening out the shotgun strapped to his back before helping himself to a small tub of vanilla ice cream which was already nearing empty. Using the ice cream scoop he'd left in there before, the young police officer moved toward the front of the market and took up a seat near the register so he could enjoy his daily treat. Letting out a tired sigh, he gazed out at the sunlight through one portion of the large front door windows that weren't boarded up; trying to ignore the occasional marauding undead traveler that trudged along the streets as he tried enjoying this moment of peace while helping himself to a another scoop.
