Days passed. Gary was getting ready to go back at that school to put those children to rest. He had prepared grenades trying to do instantly and much more safer for him. But something when terribly wrong… He threw the grenade from afar and flew true but… He didn’t know some things.
Firstly being a small town cop , he didn’t have much experience with explosives so the !BaNG! almost blew his ears out. Secondly the worst mistake he made was underestimating the enemy. The loud bang startled the WHOLE school complex… Undead children , teachers, old Principal Sherpon went to the direction of the explosion. Gary deafened and scared shitless took his grocery cart and run back to his basement… On his way back… another survivor appeared out of nowhere… and asked if it was ok to come along. Until now Gary thought he was alone… so of course he said “Yea , man come I can help ya”. His name was, something…Gary couldn’t hear that well still… They went back to Base…and ate while exchanging stories. It was great. Next day Gary told the other guy that he had a mission to clear the town starting from the School. Gary gave the other survivor his spare fire axe while explaining his plan. Basically to explode zombies using grenades. So they went out…only to go back in… The Horde from the school…was outside.
The Gary grew too bold… the other guy was telling him that it was a bad idea and that they should stay low until it passes. But no… Gary was set on his target that school and that horde was in the way. The horde was startle and everything went to shit… The guy got trapped inside a vehicle and about 20-30 zombie children rammed it apart while Gary was trying to help him but at last he bolded back to base , picked up whatever provisions he could carry and left. The horde breached the base quite easily, Gary was proud about his fortifications once…not anymore.
He found his way to a strange basement of a house south of Tolland, while running for his life. The basement was full of corpses and bullets. There was some food, a wood stove , a lot of opened/ sealed crates and a lot of bullet casings. His body was ruined from all that running and fighting. On the way here a terrifying “thing” jumped him, smacking him meters away with one hit. Gary managed to kill it finally but not before this thing’s “pals” noticed them. Gary had to run away again. And that’s when he took a look at his stuff and noticed that a lot of his provisions are missing. Then he remembered. In order to fight that brute of a zombie he had to throw to the ground his pack and sword. He took a deep breath and took inventory of the things he had around him. Fortunately this basement had a lot of useless furniture for Gary to use for building up defenses and not a moment too soon ,those defenses where tested after two days passed…as undead creatures started flooding the stairways the next day at dawn. Having only rested some hours and his Fire Axe at hand he sliced and bashed without end. Until after hours it seemed…they stopped. It was strange. As if the undead army saluted him for his prowess against them and gave him a moment’s respite for the time being. Gary gladly took this chance to heal up , rest and reinforce his defenses with some traps. Nothing to complicated , nail sticking out of planks on the floor. It proved quite effecting against the mindless undead, the next day when they came knocking.
This was the third day cooped up, and his supplies where running low. He had some water from the toilet bowl in basement. Food was the major issue. So after a while he gathered his courage to venture Upstairs… What he saw was mind boggling. The horde seemed to like his smell as at least 5-8 undead where inside the house and a lot more outside. He immediately went down stairs placed the traps and waited. From that moment on it became kinda simple , in his mind I guess. He had to reach his backpack and his sword… outside.
In order to do that he had to clear the surface a bit…more like a tone really. So he would lure zombies down the basement on the traps and then he would kill them. He painted the place from floor to ceiling with red and gore. He at last managed to get some traps on the surface. He grew bold. Something that almost cost him as he tried foolishly to reach the backpack in the dead of night. Shades almost immediately surrounded him. He killed and killed but he was in deep as they kept on coming. The more killed the more appeared out of thin air. He started running back leaving behind unsmashed the undead shades…what a waste of sweat. Undead bodies left unsmashed would rise again after some hours. He was injured badly and could not fight the endless wave of shades and other things. He managed to shake them. After some rest and healing he went back up to continue his work. A strange man appeared telling him about a monster in the woods and if he was willing to kill it… This conversation happend as Gary and this random guy were fighting a small pack of zombie children and shades. Gary said ironically " Yea, sure". The guy seem to not get the irony. Just smiled and left running against the main body on the horde. Jeez… why some many crazies around. After some hour a second man appeared… or better put was heared from afar… as he was shooting(!) for crying outloud a semiautomatic pistol that close to a freaking horde. Gary went near and helped him clear up some of the Z chasing him as the guy shouted at him " AH don’t get any closer@!" . Gary told him that he wasn’t going to hurt him and that he is trying to help but I guess he kinda did it shouting at him. The guy almost peed his pant and fled. Gary didn’t understand that.
Hours of slaughter passed, he was getting closer. The mount of shades he had killed last night had not yet risen so he went by to smash them. And noticed that the way to the backpack was almost clear.