Post by LEVITICUS JOHANN BLUE on Jan 20, 2015 17:46:25 GMT -5
WORDS: 000 | TAG: @open | NOTES: crazy redneck in the needle, what could go wrong?
leviticus couldn't really understand why it was so easy. i mean, yeah he could cause he was totally great, but really? standing atop the space needle he squinted and gazed out over the city, at the burning buildings and the small people traveling in packs that were sure to be defenders. he'd stockpiled a good amount of supplies, there was a lot left up here. he'd managed to get the slushie machine working which was like a godsend, there were generators strewn about the place in case of emergencies, and this sure as hell was one. he'd scaled his way up to the top, recklessly and nearly dying several times. it was no wonder the defenders hadn't made it up there with the decomposing echoes and broken elevator and all. he'd managed to clear the few out with his chainsaw and dumped their bodies down the shaft, waiting to hear the sickening crack and wet thump of their bodies hitting before he explored any more.
there was a good supply of non perishables and canned food in the kitchen, during the last days before the real calamity hit not as many people visited the needle but they still stocked up on emergency supplies. there were gallons of water, and enough shit around to amuse him for weeks. it was a really nice spot, and with his adequate parkour skills he'd managed to scavenge some blankets and pillows from stores mostly buried in rubble and made himself a nice little nest. he leaned over the railing and grinned down at the few people loitering at the bottom, staring up at him and no doubt wondering how to get him out.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
