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dukeenchiladasGarth quickly settled into a nomadic lifestyle. After leaving his apartment and poor old Margaret clawing at him from her balcony, Garth headed east into downtown. Though it would certainly be perilous, he had no fear as he stealthily crawled down the first few blocks of Central Avenue. Up ahead he spotted another one of them, teeth bared and gnashing aimlessly. Before the shambling mound of flesh and bone could take another step Garth dipped into the building he had been crouched by. Luckily for him, it was the luxury apartment building, once filled to the brim with socialites who spent every night partying and every morning drinking champagne and orange juice to cure their hangovers.
It was eerily silent as he searched each and every room adjacent to the lobby, like he would in his video game marathons.
Finding a lone security officer trapped beneath a bulky computer setup, Garth proceeded to the elevators and rode to the top floor. He stepped off on the fourteenth level, just below roof access. Here there were penthouse suites galore, and undoubtedly plenty of provisions and clothing options to keep him satisfied until he was forced to move along.
He broke into the first apartment he saw and was immediately attacked by the decaying bachelor who once lived in this spacious modern abode. With his reflexes, Garth grabbed his heavy duty backpack and put it between himself and the undead bachelor. While he blocked most of the walking corpse's advance, he felt a scratch from the silver-plated Rolex on his wrist bone. Taking a deep breath, Garth shoved with all his might and managed to separate the bachelor from his head. While the body collapsed, the head rolled to the windows that overlooked the city, once bustling with life.
Garth shut the door and put a nearby barstool under the handle to prevent any other entrants. He makes his way over to the head and punches out a lower window pane. Once it was large enough, Garth backs up from the head and gives it a running kick, launching it out onto the street 200 feet below. Though the skull shrank quickly, Garth could see when it make contact with that shambling mound, exploding both remains in a muddy red stain on the pavement. Satisfied, Garth looked through the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips before settling down on the couch, looking out at the remains of the world he never bothered to appreciate.
It was eerily silent as he searched each and every room adjacent to the lobby, like he would in his video game marathons.
Finding a lone security officer trapped beneath a bulky computer setup, Garth proceeded to the elevators and rode to the top floor. He stepped off on the fourteenth level, just below roof access. Here there were penthouse suites galore, and undoubtedly plenty of provisions and clothing options to keep him satisfied until he was forced to move along.
He broke into the first apartment he saw and was immediately attacked by the decaying bachelor who once lived in this spacious modern abode. With his reflexes, Garth grabbed his heavy duty backpack and put it between himself and the undead bachelor. While he blocked most of the walking corpse's advance, he felt a scratch from the silver-plated Rolex on his wrist bone. Taking a deep breath, Garth shoved with all his might and managed to separate the bachelor from his head. While the body collapsed, the head rolled to the windows that overlooked the city, once bustling with life.
Garth shut the door and put a nearby barstool under the handle to prevent any other entrants. He makes his way over to the head and punches out a lower window pane. Once it was large enough, Garth backs up from the head and gives it a running kick, launching it out onto the street 200 feet below. Though the skull shrank quickly, Garth could see when it make contact with that shambling mound, exploding both remains in a muddy red stain on the pavement. Satisfied, Garth looked through the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips before settling down on the couch, looking out at the remains of the world he never bothered to appreciate.
