Evan groaned as his eyes slowly opened.
"N'ghh.."
A little louder.
"Ugghhh.." He sounded like one of them. How did this all happen so fast? Where did it come from? he thought. With what seemed to be all his strength at the moment, Evan pushed himself up off the floor of that dingy apartment. As he did so, he made sure not to cut himself on the fragments of shattered glass amongst the floor. For about twenty minutes he had been knocked out cold, but the reason was something he could not remember. A cold breeze slowly rolled in from the outside, ruffling the curtains of the living space, and causing the door at the other end of the room that was in a jar to open wider. A little disoriented from just awoken, Evan struggled to balance himself while walking across the carpet towards the open door, but finally managed after retreating through the frame. Looking down, Evan noticed he was on a balcony, about eleven feet off the ground. Upon further inspection, it was found the ladder wasn't stable at all, barely hanging off the metal platform Evan was standing on. Looking around, he spotted a few infected in the distance, but knew he needed to be on the move before he was found. All exits were cut off, and the rest of the apartment had been looted, so it was useless. At once, Evan lowered himself onto the platform, his hands tightly grasped the edge before dropping to the first bar of the ladder. He figured going as low as he could before it broke. Only about two more steps down before enough weight was drawn on the ladder for it to snap off its holding position. Immediately, Evan had arched his body like a banana and rolled off the impact he made into the ground. It was rough, but he didn't end up hurting himself.
"Gah.. christ. I got to get out of here." The metal clang that the rest of the ladder made hitting the ground was quite a loud noise, liable to alert nearby infected. Evan quickly scavenged what he could on the ground at a moments notice, finding a set of brass knuckles with spiky ends, before grabbing the fence beside the alleyway, and quickly hopping over. Almost immediately afterwords, he adopted a crouching position, stealthily moving from one block to the other, hopping over various objects and reaching the wall of the bar, pressing his back against the outside, hugging it. From there, Evan moved around the corner of the wall, just before the doors of the bar establishment. Few voices were heard from inside, though he couldn't make them out. Survivors? In a place like- all of the sudden that thought was shattered with a hand that came from behind Evan and grabbed him by his shoulder. In the heat of the moment, Evan shot his foot out behind him, causing the end of his boot to collide with the lower section of the zombie, making him stumble backwards. His right fist with the spiked brass knuckles were sent in a hooking motion towards that of the undead head. Each of the spikes drove through the temple of the infected, and the brass knuckles followed by smashing a hole in the skull, which damaged the brain, but did not destroy it. Evan quickly grabbed the zombie, turned it around and tossed it through the doors of the building behind him, being the bar. There without second thought, he moved in after the fallen ghoul beneath him which received a heavy stool that was dropped straight down along its open wound in the head, crushing the brain and thus killing its only life source.
Heavy breathing, Evan spoke "Guh..fuck. Looked like piece of hickory t-" His eyes slowly raised to something like a crowd before him. Looking at each of them, and then back to himself, in the current situation before standing up right. He knew none of them.
"Great. So now I'm here. How're we all doing?"
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