Willie moved throughout the city of Chicago in a military like fashion. Moving at a quick pace, stopping periodically to crouch and observe the area around him, making sure the immediate area wasn't too dangerous to move through. He was in the middle of the city, and the monsters were in significant numbers, moving about idly without direction. Very few noticed Willie, and when they did they began to slowly walk, limp, sometimes crawl towards him, but at the speed he was moving they were soon left behind. He carried with him an M4 Carbine Rifle modified with a combat knife to be used as a bayonet, a hatchet attached to his belt using leather, a 9mm in it's holster, and an olive green military backpack with the name "Okonma" stitched onto it. The backpack contains: A scope attachment, 2 grenades, a smoke grenade, claymore, bottles of water, military rations, binoculars, canteen, gas mask, rope, and an untouched first aid kit.
Willie moved through buildings and alleyways, sticking to the sidewalk and only moving through the streets at crosswalks. He gripped his carbine rifle tightly, his military experience showed as he moved through the city in search of his brothers garage, an Auto Repair & Body Shop. At the state the city was in, it was much too dangerous to take shelter here, he didn't expect to find his brother at the garage, but he had nowhere else to look. Willie stopped as he was approaching an intersection. He crouched beside a building and peeked to the street at his right. His heart jumped as a crowd of at least ten monsters, maybe more, made their way towards his direction. He moved out of their sight and sat still, holding his rifle to his chest, not making a sound. If they spotted him, shooting would be a waste of ammo and he would have to make a run for it. He held his breath as the crowd moved past him, continuing down the street, and let out a sigh of relief as they didn't appear to have noticed him there. He continued down the street the crowd of monsters came from and moved on wards to his brothers garage.
As exhausted as he was, Dean couldn't sleep for more than a couple hours before having a nightmare. He had gotten used to it over time, and found that he could get a lot more done during the night since he couldn't sleep, but he still hated it. He stood up from the living room floor filled with blankets and pillows collected from all over the house, and yawned as he stretched, then rolled up his right sleeve to check his watch. It was 5:42 PM , silence filled the room. He looked out the window, making sure his truck was still there, then grabbed his baseball bat and casually checked all the rooms of the house. He did this everytime he had fallen asleep, the monsters were alot quieter than you'd think. He had learned this from a not so fun experience.
As he moved throughout the house he realized he didn't have a chance to actually look through the rooms thoroughly when he cleared the place, and gave a somewhat sad sigh as he opened the door to an empty children's room. He felt sick again. After he checked the rest of the house Dean made his way downstairs to the kitchen, checking the cabinets and fridge that were still covered in blood, but it had dried up. The cabinets were empty and the fridge contained fruit and milk but the fruit was rotten and the milk was expired. Although he did manage to find a few canned soups and boxes of raisins. He placed the food on the kitchen table and went to the living room to grab his maps.
Dean sat at the dinner table, several maps were laid out in front of him. He snacked on the raisins he had found and began to create a map of the neighborhood his safehouse was in, deciding tomorrow he would begin searching through several of the houses in the area. People are unpredictable so who knows what would he could find. There was also a high school nearby, which would be risky to explore. If the school was empty or at least not too filled with creatures to the point where it could be cleared, it would be a lot safer than where he was staying at the moment.
As he sat there, he could hear the sound of an engine nearby before jumping from his seat and sprinting to the window as a car drove somewhat fast down the street and past the safehouse. Dean took a few steps back, and felt very uneasy. His truck was the only vehicle on the block that appeared functional, and his makeshift alarm was clearly man made. Had the driver saw it? If they had, what if they were thieves and came back later tonight. He knew he was being a bit paranoid but he couldn't help but feel worried. He would just have to stay alert for the next few days. "Fuck, I already have enough trouble sleeping." Dean thought to himself.
Willie moved through buildings and alleyways, sticking to the sidewalk and only moving through the streets at crosswalks. He gripped his carbine rifle tightly, his military experience showed as he moved through the city in search of his brothers garage, an Auto Repair & Body Shop. At the state the city was in, it was much too dangerous to take shelter here, he didn't expect to find his brother at the garage, but he had nowhere else to look. Willie stopped as he was approaching an intersection. He crouched beside a building and peeked to the street at his right. His heart jumped as a crowd of at least ten monsters, maybe more, made their way towards his direction. He moved out of their sight and sat still, holding his rifle to his chest, not making a sound. If they spotted him, shooting would be a waste of ammo and he would have to make a run for it. He held his breath as the crowd moved past him, continuing down the street, and let out a sigh of relief as they didn't appear to have noticed him there. He continued down the street the crowd of monsters came from and moved on wards to his brothers garage.
As exhausted as he was, Dean couldn't sleep for more than a couple hours before having a nightmare. He had gotten used to it over time, and found that he could get a lot more done during the night since he couldn't sleep, but he still hated it. He stood up from the living room floor filled with blankets and pillows collected from all over the house, and yawned as he stretched, then rolled up his right sleeve to check his watch. It was 5:42 PM , silence filled the room. He looked out the window, making sure his truck was still there, then grabbed his baseball bat and casually checked all the rooms of the house. He did this everytime he had fallen asleep, the monsters were alot quieter than you'd think. He had learned this from a not so fun experience.
As he moved throughout the house he realized he didn't have a chance to actually look through the rooms thoroughly when he cleared the place, and gave a somewhat sad sigh as he opened the door to an empty children's room. He felt sick again. After he checked the rest of the house Dean made his way downstairs to the kitchen, checking the cabinets and fridge that were still covered in blood, but it had dried up. The cabinets were empty and the fridge contained fruit and milk but the fruit was rotten and the milk was expired. Although he did manage to find a few canned soups and boxes of raisins. He placed the food on the kitchen table and went to the living room to grab his maps.
Dean sat at the dinner table, several maps were laid out in front of him. He snacked on the raisins he had found and began to create a map of the neighborhood his safehouse was in, deciding tomorrow he would begin searching through several of the houses in the area. People are unpredictable so who knows what would he could find. There was also a high school nearby, which would be risky to explore. If the school was empty or at least not too filled with creatures to the point where it could be cleared, it would be a lot safer than where he was staying at the moment.
As he sat there, he could hear the sound of an engine nearby before jumping from his seat and sprinting to the window as a car drove somewhat fast down the street and past the safehouse. Dean took a few steps back, and felt very uneasy. His truck was the only vehicle on the block that appeared functional, and his makeshift alarm was clearly man made. Had the driver saw it? If they had, what if they were thieves and came back later tonight. He knew he was being a bit paranoid but he couldn't help but feel worried. He would just have to stay alert for the next few days. "Fuck, I already have enough trouble sleeping." Dean thought to himself.
