Welcome To Zombie Town [Now Open]

(Don't mind me. No fancy posts.)

Footsteps. That's all that could be heard through the dark alley. All else was dead silent. There were no birds cawing, no wind pushing things along the street, not a single noise except running. Which was deadly in a place like this. The tiniest of sounds could attract them like flies. Very hungry, very large flies. And that was the last thing Nik needed. But he needed even more to get away from the street he had just been on. Something was out there, something unlike the regular zombies. It was larger, for starters. Much larger. And he didn't intend on finding out what it was. He cut into another alleyway, coming face-to-face with a zombie. He had hardly any blood on his clothing, other than a speck here or there. He was fairly good at keeping clean, and whenever he could, he would wash it off. This wasn't to say there wasn't stains though. Luckily, it was a brown color, so the blood hardly showed up. As if on instinct upon coming face to face with the beast, he raised his large wrench, and brought it heavily down upon the undead's head. With a crack, the thing died, its life being extinguished by one fell tool.

He continued running, before hearing a roar somewhere off behind him. Damnit, he'd done it now. He'd sent off a whole mob. The sound of the blood splattering and the bone cracking was all they'd needed. He had to get up on the roofs. Now. He could already hear the pitter-patter of the feet of the faster ones. He looked around, noticing a fire-escape with a dumpster underneath. He quickly jumped to the dumpster, and again jumped, reaching for the fire escape. He grabbed on, climbing up the ladder with a surprising nimbleness for one who looked so young as himself. Eventually he reached a room in the top floors. It seemed he was in an apartment complex of some kind. No matter. That just meant he would have to be extra careful. He quickly searched through the rooms, finding no undead, and a little bit of canned food. That should last him a while, if he made it. He opened the door quietly, looking outside. Undead littered the lower levels as if it were a shopping mall, but up top there were few. He quickly ran up, knocking aside those that dared get in his way; some even over the railing. He opened the door to the roof, and quickly shut it behind him, leaning against it the moment. Safety was never guaranteed, and now he had to find out how he was going to get out of the area.

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Dang it, Nycko, think ahead! That last turn could not help in this escape. Black checkerboard Vans hit the concrete road too hard for what their makers designed them for, but their grip would have to hold. The young man running had an athletic build, but his speed made him seem like an Olympic runner, which he warranted on himself. The checkerboard design on his Vans had extra vinyl; a crimson splatter on his left shoe. This crimson design would definitely cost him his life. Another fork approached. The highway split into two, and to make matters worse, poles stood empty showing no indication of where the roads led. Is this seriously happening?! Roaring echoed from behind. Not the roar of an animal nor the roar of the crazed beasts, but the familiar roar of a vehicle. Could he afford a glance? With one glance, he could probably identify what car approached and which direction it fleed. A necessary evil, but he would have to make a decision at the fork.

He peeked over his left shoulder. His hazel irises shook with fear. This....this keeps getting ridiculous. A car did approach, but the person inside shaking violently holding their head and letting foam mixed with blood come out of their mouth would definitely not help much with providing directions. Nycko turned to look forward again. The fork drew near. The Jeep sped off before Nycko, busted through the curb of the fork, and flew off into the ominously grey sky. A third path?.. Nycko knew generally this would not solve his problem, but the monsters would hear the boom and flock toward it. The third route gave him a straight shot at a nearby building. This will have to do! Nycko squeezed his hands shut. He could have taken a safe leap off the highway earlier onto a building, but he turned to continue on the highway which he now regretted. The blood on his shoes would eventually rat him out to those ravenous creatures. He needed an escape, and running on the highway did not assure that escape.

The moment of truth came. The third path was up. Without hesitation but with all the fear for his life, Nycko ran up to the break in the fork of the highway and launched himself into the air. He soared right through the smoggy, polluted air in a still pose hoping he could make it onto the building. Under him, the car blew up as it slammed into the ground several feet under him. Sure enough, a horde of the undead spawned from inside buildings, behind trees, everywhere, moving toward the totaled vehicle. He tuned his vision back to the target building. There stood a thin sign standing before the building that read something about eating chicken. Nycko immediately unzipped his jacket and used it to catch just enough air to send himself successfully crashing into the sign. Once he broke through the sign, it broke most of his momentum and helped him land with a thud onto one of the fire escape rails on the apartment complex in Karakura. Without a moment to rest, Nycko jumped up and rolled into the window of the apartment making sure to bang on the wall. If any moving thing with some sort of instinct lived in the apartment, it would come to check what came in. If undead emerged, Nycko would simply jump out and keep moving; if animals came out, he would also evacuate; if a human came out, that would make this all too interesting...

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Nik leaned against the metal door that led to the roof, breathing heavily. There hadn't been more than an undead or two on the way up, but with as long as what some would term the apocalypse going on, Nyc's heart began pounding way too easily. He used to have anxiety medication, but after the attack, pharmaceuticals became hard to come by. Cupping a hand over his mouth, Nik forced himself to breath through his nose. That was the easiest way to calm himself, he found. One second, two seconds, three seconds. And he was good. His heart rate only a little bit quicker than normal, he forced himself to survey the area. There was another building nearby, along with a water tower, and... a crash of glass? From his peripherals, he vaguely saw something move into the building, followed by the crash, so was it possible someone, or something, had jumped in? That would be odd, but then again, before all of this, he though zombies to be a fairy tale, a myth. Shows how much he knew, huh? Then again, nobody could have expected this. He looked over to see if he might be able to check it out from the roof, but unfortunately there was no rooftop door, like on the building he was currently on.

After a moment, Nik listened, and heard the moans of the undead, but they sounded far below him, and a good ways away. The water tower? Perhaps it was a person. They wouldn't be swarming just for some animal. Well... that was an understatement. But any animals left alive would be too quick to be caught by a zombie. Nik figured he would have to jump from a room on this building, to get to the other building, and make his way through. For that, though, he would need to find a weapon first. Priorities, priorities... That's when he heard it, a crash down the street, the same noise that had spooked him earlier. It could have been a human in a car or something, like the earlier small explosion, but somehow, he didn't think that was it. Nik, thinking he was just scaring himself again, turned around and opened the door. He quickly peered down, seeing no undead. He slowly shuffled in through the crack he made with the door, lightly closing it as silently as he could. He walked down a few more feet, until he got to the banister. It was wood, but he didn't want to break off a piece and alert any nearby offenders.

Nik went through the first three rooms he came across, finding at least a thick, cast-iron frying pan. It was heavy, but he didn't have much. If he found a crowbar or something... now THAT would come in handy. He emerged back into the hall, wandering through to find a good room from which to jump, before he came face-to-face with a humanoid being. At first, he nearly immediately swung from sheer reflex, but stopped himself. This wasn't an undead with no purpose but to consume; it seemed like an actual person searching for something. Plus, the telltale smell of rot didn't completely cover him as much as the odor of another living person did. He kept the iron pan in a half-swung state, ready to continue swinging if need be, though after a moment, his arms would start to become tender. He never had to seriously work, other than do track in school, so he had barely enough upper body muscle to support himself. He took in the appearance of the boy. Or was he a man? Nik was a little disoriented, so he couldn't tell. "Human?" He asked, before looking away for a moment, towards the other building where he had heard the crash. It was a bad move on his part, as the person could have easily disarmed him, with little effort; but then again, nothing had prepared Nik for combat situations. He looked back on the person in front of him with eyes stern, and hands shaking.

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Nycko continued to enter the kitchen when he did not hear any immediate sounds. He shuffled in quickly to the living room of the apartment. With no time to look around the apartment or make his shelter, he jolted into a restroom a little to his right. The titled floor had some long hair on the floor and a wet toothbrush lay out next to the sink. Nycko tried to not imagine that the apartment probably provided a home for a young girl who went to school one day and never made it back...Once he entered the restroom, he removed the sneaker with blood on it and shoved it into the sink and turned on the water to a hot temperature and let it soak. Considering the blood came from one of the crazy infected humans, he probably needed to wash it well. The water ran into the porcelain sink until it submerged the shoe well then Nycko turned it off so the shoe just sat in the steaming water. Nycko opened the wooden cabinet on the wall to find vaseline, floss, and other irrelevant things he could not even recognized. He stuffed the vaseline and floss into his pockets so he could eventually set up his shelter. Trying to not make too much noise, he closed the cabinet and walked out of the restroom. Despite him confirming no one else inhabited the building, he still moved cautiously, more out of instinct than out of fear.