Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24693472-20140502134951/@comment-25763181-20140601152800

(Just a quick and short post. I'm running out of time here.)

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!"

His only  now ran dry, Reiku's only option was escape.

He thought he was alone, with no survivors nearby. Only the undead.

Running into the nearest room he could and securing it with a bookshelf and a few other miscellaneous things, the boy scoured the room for anything he could utilise so that he may breath the air just a little longer.

"Oh, thank god..." He panted when his eyes settled on a pair of full ammunition boxes.

''Creak. Click. Clunk. Click.''

Just as he was refilling his magazines, the sound of slow and steady footsteps filled his ears, with each and every step his heart rate climbed.

''Just relax, Reiku. It may be a survivor, after all...''

Gingerly approaching the door on his left - the apparent source of the footsteps - the boy slowy opened it...

"GAH!"

At the first sight of movement, the boy panicked, firing shots at whatever made a move.