• 9/25-26

    "Here kitty, kitty...." A man in a ragged leather coat had an animal cornered against a store building as he stalked closer to it. "You may try to run, but I can still get ya!" he smiled, to him, the last thing he ate was some days ago, or god knows how long ago it was.

    While the endless supply of water was his main staple, but his body was starting to show signs of lack of substance; His hands, once thick where now bony, his face, once full now thin with dark black rings around his eyes.

    He pointed a handgun at the cat he had chased for about a block, "You won't feel a thing, I promise you." however, as the man got the gun inches from the animal there was a loud roar from somewhere close by.

    then something shattered a window over head. As the man stopped to cover himself the rain of shards the cat took the chance and bolted right under him, "What the?!" he spun around seeing the cat run further up the sidewalk, "Get back here you son of a-" another crack and his hand recoiled sideways, the pistol fell to the ground.

    The man was in shock from surprise but didn't realize he was in pain till he saw the bleeding hole in his hand, with a loud scream he held his hand by the wrist. The man then looked around frantically, trying to find the shooter.

    "WHERE ARE YOU?!" he shouted, "Come on out you coward!" he then herd the sound of a leaver action being slowly worked, "I'm sorry if I had interrupted your dinner." A voice came from near by.

    The man looked into the direction of the voice, walking out of an alley, a stranger, he was in a dark brown over coat, his face up to his nose was covered in a camo hunting mask, the dark brown eyes bore holes into the man's face, lowering the rifle he glared at the man.

    "The ******** your problem man?!" The man shouted at him, "See what you did to me? You simply screwed up my-"
    "I know what I did." The stranger cut the man off, "Now, If I where seein' things clearly, you where trying to do the dumbest thing in this city."
    "Dumbest?! I was trying to get something to-"
    "-eat?!" The man stood on the opposite side of the street, "That store still has supplies inside, you could of simply busted up that window to get inside and you'd be happier with whatever is in there..." The man simply listened as he stared at his bleeding hand, the large hole indicated that it was a good size bullet being fired.

    30-30? no, it sounded like 30-o-6 didn't it?

    "How the hell was I supposed to know?!" The man slowly moved his good hand around his back, "I was hungry for god sakes! And shouldn't you be watching for those undead freaks around here?!" The stranger simply looked both left-n-right then back at the man, "Well sir, the zeds ain't interested in me at the moment." he watched the man's movements as he kept his rifle lowered.

    "You know, if you'd be smart still, you better find something for that hand of yours before you bleed all over the place, making those, undead freaks, come after you." The man herd enough, with quick action he pulled out a smaller pistol from behind his back.

    "******** YOU!" the man, now crazed with anger, pain and hunger, he fired the pistol wildly at the Stranger who dropped down to one knee with the rifle raised, he thumbed the hammer, waited with a hunting calm as bullets slammed into the car he was perched behind as well into the concrete walls behind him, he felt a nine mil hiss passed his ear but he only a faint twitch of the eyes was the only response.

    As the man gained around away from the man, the stranger fallowed with his rifle then gently squeezed the trigger. The rifle boomed; the bullet blew through a rear passenger side window and out the front driver side window of another car, however it missed by inches from the its intended target.

    As the man picked up his speed, shoving a meandering zombie out of the way into a wall, he ran. The stranger worked the lever then repositioned to take aim over the roof of the derelict compact, fallowing the man again, he steadied himself again. He aimed lower this time for the man had gained enough distance from him, The stranger squeezed the trigger.


    "I'm going to make it-" the man breathed as he sprinted onward, "I'm going to-" the stranger's rifle boomed and he felt a hot slug rip through the back of his right knee, tore the cap out of the way then into the wall of a building ahead of him. his leg buckled, he fell to the ground.

    His screaming was the only echo after the report of the rifle, the Man clenched his ruined leg, his fingers feeling ivory from the hole in his leg. With the rush of adrenaline, the man suddenly ignored the pain in his leg to reach for the pistol he dropped. he crawled towards it, "hes...h-hes a mad man!" he whimpered as again tried to reach for the pistol.

    As fingers touched the plastic grip he saw a boot kick it away, he then herd the action being worked over his head, he then felt the same boot roll him onto his back. In a blur, he was staring at the half face of the stranger and the smoking barrel of the Winchester. "I don't take kindly to those that are misguided by their half bent mind to kill for unreasonable amounts."

    "Finish me!" the man begged completely ignoring the stranger, "If you'd weren't so desperate, you wouldn't be in this fix..." he paused, he looked up down the side walk, even with the mask on, one could sense a cold grin on his face. looking back at the man, "Maybe the Undead will teach you to hunt properly." The stranger rested the hammer, turned and walked away.

    "WHAT?!" the man snapped, he looked above him, seeing the small handful of zombies approaching him, "NO! NO, NO, NO!" he then tried in vain to reach for the pistol, but it was kicked to far away for him to crawl to. "You son of a b***h!" he shouted after the stranger, "You will pay for this!"

    He then saw the light of day be blacked out then several pale white hands reach for him. The stranger smiled underneath the mask as he could hear the Man be torn to shreds by the more hungry undead.

    He then stopped in his tracks, he knelt down, facing a small empty lot. with his mouth slightly opened he made a short click sound with his tongue as he gently rubbed his index and middle fingers together on his free outstretched hands.

    A faint meow sound came from a box and out came the stray cat the man had tried to kill, "Come here, its ok." he tolled the little animal, the cat came up to the stranger's finger, sniffed them, then nudged them with it's head. Petting the cat, the stranger looked on when he herd a noise, a zombie had kicked an empty beer can in his shuffling, "You better get going now..." he told the cat before he stood up. The cat walked away from the stranger, picking up a ring in its mouth before taking off

    Thumbing the hammer, he raised the rifle, sighted in on the zombie as it raised it's near limp arms towards him. waiting for it to get closer, the man squeezed the trigger.

    The Stranger's Winchester echoed through out the streets.