#9
The female in the hall said it wasn't a trap, and thanked him for his time. Ghost put his arm down and clicked the hammer of the 1911 back into place when she'd moved off. He stood there listening, hearing that instead of leaving, she took one of the apartments for herself. What was she up to.... not a trap, she said. Ghost wasn't going to get any sleep that night. A stranger with a sword was close by, in the same building that he'd had to himself moments ago.
The dozing he'd done a while ago was going to have to be enough. He was staring to think that walking somewhere all night was a better idea than staying here. Maybe he'd head to the other side of town, the west side. He'd work his way around the whole city looking for his brother. It was a hell of a lot of ground to cover, but it wasn't as if he had anything better to do.
Ghost put back on his shoes. He put his coat back on next, but didn't zip it up. He put on his bag, holstered his gun in the shoulder strap and picked up the metal bat. Ghost then moved to the bedroom with the fire escape right outside the window, opening it and stepping back outside. The smell of dead immediately hit his nostrils. Ghost made his way down to the bottom of the fire escape and jumped the rest of the way down to the ground.
It was dark and the street lights weren't on. There weren't many of the zombies around. His bat in his right hand upside down, Ghost started to walk. He avoided several crowds by short cutting through and around several buildings. When he came to the freeway, Ghost walked down a ramp and started walking along it. Several cars were here and there on his side, while the other side that lead out of the city was jam packed.
Ghost had an encounter on the freeway, his first encounter with a zombie. He beat the ever living shit out of the zombie with his bat, knocking it down numerous times, but unfazed, it kept coming. It was when he was beginning to run out of breath that he finally crowned the thing with his bat, caving in it's skull, that it finally went down and didn't move. It was also then that he figured out how to stop these things permanently: destroy the brain. Wiping off his bat, Ghost continued on.
On the west side, several hours later, Ghost came upon what looked like some kind of survivor community...
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