Post by Jake on Mar 3, 2009 6:23:19 GMT -5
Jake slowly opened his eye, noting the instantaneous greeting of cold steel in his hand. He shuddered, retracting his hand and rolling his head over to the left, inspecting the rather long katana, He bent at the abdomen, and slowly rose to a seated position, looking around the small room he found himself inhabiting.
A window. He kicked his legs over off of the side of the bed, rising to his feet and stumbling like a drunken sailor in the middle of a storm to the window. He parted the blinds, staring out in a mix of horror and awe.
He watched the seemingly mindless occupants stumble through the streets of the city. He rubbed his eyes once, and then again, just to make sure he was really seeing this. Was it the zombie apocalypse? Had the world finally gone brain dead? He shrugged these questions from his mind. He would ponder them later. He once again stumbled to the bed, picking up the sheathed katana. Japanese Kanji ran the length of the sheath, and what they said, well, of that he didn't have the slightest clue. He shoved it through a loose area on his belt, brushing up against something as he did so. He reached into his pocket, pulling a picture from the darkened confines.
He held the picture in front of his face, blinking a few times to bring the object into focus. He stumbled to a mirror, and compared the man in the photo to himself. "Jake... Braun," He muttered under his breath. He looked at the two people on his left and his right, unsure of who they were. He slipped the picture into his pocket, and opened the door, turning to note anything on the door as he exited.
"Room number four..." He muttered. He then turned down the hallway looking at the long corridor. He saw multiple drops of blood on the floor, and decided to follow them. Eventually, after a couple minutes of mindlessly following drops of blood, he found the exit to the building he was in. He slowly pushed open the glass door, taking in a deep breath as he now, up close and personal, saw the people stumble around.
If this was the zombie apocalypse, then he was in some deep sh--.
A window. He kicked his legs over off of the side of the bed, rising to his feet and stumbling like a drunken sailor in the middle of a storm to the window. He parted the blinds, staring out in a mix of horror and awe.
He watched the seemingly mindless occupants stumble through the streets of the city. He rubbed his eyes once, and then again, just to make sure he was really seeing this. Was it the zombie apocalypse? Had the world finally gone brain dead? He shrugged these questions from his mind. He would ponder them later. He once again stumbled to the bed, picking up the sheathed katana. Japanese Kanji ran the length of the sheath, and what they said, well, of that he didn't have the slightest clue. He shoved it through a loose area on his belt, brushing up against something as he did so. He reached into his pocket, pulling a picture from the darkened confines.
He held the picture in front of his face, blinking a few times to bring the object into focus. He stumbled to a mirror, and compared the man in the photo to himself. "Jake... Braun," He muttered under his breath. He looked at the two people on his left and his right, unsure of who they were. He slipped the picture into his pocket, and opened the door, turning to note anything on the door as he exited.
"Room number four..." He muttered. He then turned down the hallway looking at the long corridor. He saw multiple drops of blood on the floor, and decided to follow them. Eventually, after a couple minutes of mindlessly following drops of blood, he found the exit to the building he was in. He slowly pushed open the glass door, taking in a deep breath as he now, up close and personal, saw the people stumble around.
If this was the zombie apocalypse, then he was in some deep sh--.