06-07-2011, 05:03 PM
Nikolai ran through the woods, breathing heavily, before collapsing with his back against a tree, trying to catch his breath. He looked around, making sure none of the infected were around, before he began to take stock of his situation. "Okay, focus, don't get emotional just yet, check for wounds." He began patting his arms, legs, and neck, making sure he wasn't wounded and he wasn't noticing due to the adrenaline. "Kay, no wounds, weapons, what've I got," he pumped his shotgun a few times, seeing how many shells he had. Only one came out. He sighed, sliding it back in and chambering it. He pulled out his pistol, a .45 revolver, and popped open the cylinder. There were only two live rounds left. He sighed, popping out the empty rounds and tossing them away before sliding the two rounds back in. He reached down to his side and made sure his family's crowbar was still there, hanging from his belt, and nodded, saying, "Okay... not much ammo, but I've got something to bash their heads in." He finally got his breathing under control, and closed his eyes taking slow, deep breaths, before bursting into tears, hugging his knees to his chest, whimpering, "God, mom... dad... everyone... all dead!"
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