02-13-2009, 12:58 PM
Brandon stood crouched in the shadows of the dark alleyway close to the Safehouse, his Sniper Rifle lay set up on a nearby dumpster, as he lit up a stale cigarette, his third of the morning.
Prior to the infection, he was just a quiet wolf, making ends meet as a mechanic. He often visited his family, just to hear the lastest news. Then they died. Horrible, horrible deaths. The Superrabies Virus hit hard and fast, wiping out everyone he knew, or turning them into horrific monstrosities.
He gently patted the sniper rifle. Sarah was her name. It was a name his Grandfather gave to her during World War Two. A captured German beauty, firing 8mm rounds with shocking accuracy. He stared at the butt of the rifle, at the mark of the Third Reich stamped there.
"....if only Hitler lived to see this..." he said quietly, as he scanned the horizon for anyone.
Prior to the infection, he was just a quiet wolf, making ends meet as a mechanic. He often visited his family, just to hear the lastest news. Then they died. Horrible, horrible deaths. The Superrabies Virus hit hard and fast, wiping out everyone he knew, or turning them into horrific monstrosities.
He gently patted the sniper rifle. Sarah was her name. It was a name his Grandfather gave to her during World War Two. A captured German beauty, firing 8mm rounds with shocking accuracy. He stared at the butt of the rifle, at the mark of the Third Reich stamped there.
"....if only Hitler lived to see this..." he said quietly, as he scanned the horizon for anyone.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
