Post by Barrett Cole on Jul 20, 2018 3:48:13 GMT
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Barrett Cole
Barrett had been spending the last week or so slumming it inside of an old record store. He was on the move constantly. No place ever really felt safe. Barrett was a man of very few needs. One of those was definatly a sense of safety. Somehow sitting around in a rickety shed hadn't cut the mustard. At least the record shop had some decent music to scrounge through. He had already added more than a few cds to his backpack collection.
Coming back from a supply run he figured it was about time to be moving on. Not that living in music heaven wasn't ideal.... He just needed some place without a big plate glass window screaming "Break me in the middle of the night! Come in and eat my face!!!! Sure it's chewy, but damn it meat is meat!" That window was a big neon sign screaming weakness.
Barrett had a small bag in his hand. It had a few mountain dews and a couple of granola bars he managed to find. When he got back to the music shop there were two guys going through his stuff. Two guys that he didn't know. It had been weeks since Barrett had seen another living person. Sadly, he had zero tolerance for thieving assholes. Barrett raised his gun and pulled the trigger sending a round into the back of one of the guy's legs. "Who the fuck are you?" The man screamed.
Barrett wiped his mouth with the hand holding the gun. His eyes were cold and serious. "Who the fuck am I? I'm the guy who's shit you're stealing pal! Slide it over here here." Barrett said holding the gun on them. They did as they were asked. A couple of redneck looking geezers probably mid fifties. "Your mamas never told you not to take shit that don't belong to you?" Barrett snapped checking his bag and keeping the gun steady on them. "We thought it was abandoned." Barrett smiled. "Well it wasn't."
Looking out the window he could see the hungry forming shapes of the dead coming towards the noise of the gunshot. There were alot of them and they quickly surrounded the little store. Barrett sighed and shot the other guy in the foot. "Sorry dickhead, but i gotta look out for number one. But since you like my shit so much I'll leave you a parting gift. Barrett dug through his bag as the men grunted in pain and the cold fingers of the dead streaked across the store front glass. Still he took his time. He seemed calm despite the fact that he was about to be surrounded.
"Ah here it is...." Barrett pulled on of his looted cd's from his pack and stuck it in a little portable cd player he had found. Pressing play he blasted the music loud to get the attention of every skin eater on the street.
Barrett then shot out the store front window and slipped out the back door. Giving the men a little wink as the song played cruel irony. Barrett used their death as a distraction as he hustled over to his car. Slipping in the drivers seat he started the car. The roar of the engine was drowned out by the sound of the men screaming, being ripped to pieces. Barrett headed down the street. Unknowingly towards an abandoned amusement park.
Coming back from a supply run he figured it was about time to be moving on. Not that living in music heaven wasn't ideal.... He just needed some place without a big plate glass window screaming "Break me in the middle of the night! Come in and eat my face!!!! Sure it's chewy, but damn it meat is meat!" That window was a big neon sign screaming weakness.
Barrett had a small bag in his hand. It had a few mountain dews and a couple of granola bars he managed to find. When he got back to the music shop there were two guys going through his stuff. Two guys that he didn't know. It had been weeks since Barrett had seen another living person. Sadly, he had zero tolerance for thieving assholes. Barrett raised his gun and pulled the trigger sending a round into the back of one of the guy's legs. "Who the fuck are you?" The man screamed.
Barrett wiped his mouth with the hand holding the gun. His eyes were cold and serious. "Who the fuck am I? I'm the guy who's shit you're stealing pal! Slide it over here here." Barrett said holding the gun on them. They did as they were asked. A couple of redneck looking geezers probably mid fifties. "Your mamas never told you not to take shit that don't belong to you?" Barrett snapped checking his bag and keeping the gun steady on them. "We thought it was abandoned." Barrett smiled. "Well it wasn't."
Looking out the window he could see the hungry forming shapes of the dead coming towards the noise of the gunshot. There were alot of them and they quickly surrounded the little store. Barrett sighed and shot the other guy in the foot. "Sorry dickhead, but i gotta look out for number one. But since you like my shit so much I'll leave you a parting gift. Barrett dug through his bag as the men grunted in pain and the cold fingers of the dead streaked across the store front glass. Still he took his time. He seemed calm despite the fact that he was about to be surrounded.
"Ah here it is...." Barrett pulled on of his looted cd's from his pack and stuck it in a little portable cd player he had found. Pressing play he blasted the music loud to get the attention of every skin eater on the street.
Barrett then shot out the store front window and slipped out the back door. Giving the men a little wink as the song played cruel irony. Barrett used their death as a distraction as he hustled over to his car. Slipping in the drivers seat he started the car. The roar of the engine was drowned out by the sound of the men screaming, being ripped to pieces. Barrett headed down the street. Unknowingly towards an abandoned amusement park.
