Bruiser could tell from the amount of shuffling that there were more than one of these things coming up behind him. His options at that second were limited. Racing forward and using his shoulder, he rammed into a steel door to what looked to be a second abandoned house. The door swung open. Unlocked. The momentum carried him into the opposite wall and as he fell, he used his feet to strike the door, closing himself off from one world and into another. He hoped the door would hold. Bruiser could hear the sound of his blood pumping. A rhythmic whooshing sound in his ears that alerted him that things for the moment were alright. There were no noises outside the door and the house was quiet.
Bruiser gripped his steel pipe like a baseball bat. His knuckles white and breath held as he opened each door. This house wasn't abandoned. It was obviously barricaded from the inside. It was clean. Everything in it's place. There was a little food in the kitchen, cleaning supplies in the bathrooms, and evidence that the inhabitant was either wealthy or an opportunistic thief. Bruiser found expensive looking jewelry and silver stashed in several drawers of a bedroom alongside a makeshift knife. There were two doors that were locked. He needed to open these doors if he was to clear the house and use it as a place to stay. At least for the time being. It seemed a safe alternative to bedding down at the evac shelter with Stephanie and her illness.
Bruiser disassembled the stove in the kitchen. Destroy is a better description. He took some small metal scraps and made some crude lock picks. As he was doing that, he heard the sound of glass breaking in the northeast bedroom. Behind a wardrobe he could make out the broken window and faintly hear shuffling again. He didn't think they could push their way in. He's got to be more quiet. Retreating back through the house he managed to pick the first lock. It was a small closet holding the home's water heater. Tapping it with his pipe, a hollow clang filled the room. It was almost empty. Someone was definitely using this as a safe-house and this was their water source. Almost empty. He moved to the last locked door, steadying his breathing, and pressed his ear to the wood. Nothing. This was a harder lock to crack. After destroying several picks, he heard it give, gripped his pipe and opened the door. It was a large living room with a fireplace. There were remnants of cooked scraps of food, several novels, and not much else. The house was empty. The front door was bolted and barricaded shut. The only exit was the steel door he entered in from. There were no antibiotics for Stephanie, and with what he could discern, at least 2 creatures outside waiting. He'd have to chance it. Marking the safe-house on his map so he could return when night fell, Bruiser opened the door and ran.
Bruiser gripped his steel pipe like a baseball bat. His knuckles white and breath held as he opened each door. This house wasn't abandoned. It was obviously barricaded from the inside. It was clean. Everything in it's place. There was a little food in the kitchen, cleaning supplies in the bathrooms, and evidence that the inhabitant was either wealthy or an opportunistic thief. Bruiser found expensive looking jewelry and silver stashed in several drawers of a bedroom alongside a makeshift knife. There were two doors that were locked. He needed to open these doors if he was to clear the house and use it as a place to stay. At least for the time being. It seemed a safe alternative to bedding down at the evac shelter with Stephanie and her illness.
Bruiser disassembled the stove in the kitchen. Destroy is a better description. He took some small metal scraps and made some crude lock picks. As he was doing that, he heard the sound of glass breaking in the northeast bedroom. Behind a wardrobe he could make out the broken window and faintly hear shuffling again. He didn't think they could push their way in. He's got to be more quiet. Retreating back through the house he managed to pick the first lock. It was a small closet holding the home's water heater. Tapping it with his pipe, a hollow clang filled the room. It was almost empty. Someone was definitely using this as a safe-house and this was their water source. Almost empty. He moved to the last locked door, steadying his breathing, and pressed his ear to the wood. Nothing. This was a harder lock to crack. After destroying several picks, he heard it give, gripped his pipe and opened the door. It was a large living room with a fireplace. There were remnants of cooked scraps of food, several novels, and not much else. The house was empty. The front door was bolted and barricaded shut. The only exit was the steel door he entered in from. There were no antibiotics for Stephanie, and with what he could discern, at least 2 creatures outside waiting. He'd have to chance it. Marking the safe-house on his map so he could return when night fell, Bruiser opened the door and ran.
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