Roland kept the fire coming as shells littered the floor, he was now on his stomach to keep the rifle more steady, leaning it against the windowsill. He watched the police car careen up to door the sniper had been making potshots at, Roland fired another shot as it tore through a shamblers head killing it instantly. Pulling back the bolt he reloaded the rifle as the door to the school was suddenly smashed open by a rather big looking man. Roland viewed the open landscape as he kept watch for close shamblers, he had taken the closest ones down as it was, watching the people run out of the school and pile into the car Roland took a couple more shots on nearby shamblers dropping them to the ground. Getting up off his stomach he was faintly realizing that he needed a plan to get out of this pen he found himself in. The chances of being helped by those people were slim, hell they probably thought the worst of him unknowing that he had dispatched the real snipers already. He was like a damn zoo animal in here and the situation was not lost on him, he had to get back outside and start looking for a way out. Roland turned and closed the box of remaining ammunition for the rifle and quickly threw it in his back pack. Taking the rifle he slung it across his back with his other rifles and looked out the window one last time, the police car was coming back towards the house, but seemed like it had no intention of stopping. Roland gave a small salute from in the window as he left the room quickly. Avoiding the bear trap he quickly went downstairs and approached the shotgun, unhooking the line tied to the trigger, he removed the shotgun completely and took it in his hands. There were only two shells in it, it was and old two barrel, so it was almost useless to him at this point an time. Roland unlocked the front door as he opened it an was hit by the brilliant sunlight and the sight of many undead at the fence.
The car from before had dragged some of the shamblers at the fence away, but it had not dragged enough away. In fact it seemed there were more here now then there was before and that was not good. Roland started jogging around the house again trying to find any means of getting the hell out of this mess. But almost every part of the fence was filled with shamblers on the other side. As Roland rounded the house on the opposite side he stumbled across the mans body again, slowing down he looked at it for a minute, truthfully he felt no real pity for the man. He was after all trying to murder people only moments ago. But he couldn't help but think that the situation could have gone differently. Reaching down Roland plucked the gun from the dead mans hand and opened it, only four shots were in it, and it was a revolver of and older model, so ammo for this would be hard to find, so another useless weapon at this point. Roland stuck the gun in one of the pouches of his tactical vest and secured it under a velcro latch, reaching down he quickly frisked the dead man, but found nothing of interest. Roland bent back up returning to his thoughts of escape, he scratched his chin as he surveyed his surroundings, spotting and wooden ladder a thought clicked in his head. Running to it he placed the shotgun in his pack with the butt sticking out as he picked it up and quickly alined it with the edge of the roof and started to climb. If that car had not left perhaps he could get their attentions, perhaps even they would not leave him completely, it didn't help him escape, but anything was better then trying to escape on foot, and if he could get out of here then it would help greatly. Plus getting on the roof would provide him with a higher elevation, perhaps he would be able to spot a weak point out of this place.
Roland climbed onto the roof carefully, planting his feet firmly on the slanted surface, he got on his knee's and climbed up, edging towards the chimney he put his weight on it and stood up balancing himself to get a look around the house. The entire perimeter was surrounded by shamblers, from first glance it was not looking at all promising.
"Think god damn it, think Roland, time to put that strategic mind to work."
Roland spoke to himself as he thought of the items he had at hand, one he had a ladder, two he had a house full of odds and end items, three he had a body on the grass, four he had weapons, five he had a horde of shamblers who were yearning for his blood... or perhaps they would be interested in someone else s blood. Roland looked down at the body as an idea was hatching in his mind, perhaps if he used the body as bait to draw them from a portion of the gate he could hightail it out of here. The very idea made him feel less then human, but now wasn't the time to question morals, he was up shit creek with no paddle and a quickly sinking boat. That fence would not hold forever, no matter how strong it was, and the more shamblers that showed up the less chance he would have to escape. Roland made his mind up as he looked for a part of the fence with less shamblers, he quickly spotted a portion that did not seem to have that many, ironically it was the portion where he had jumped into this yard in the first place. He would have to place the body in an place where a hole could be utilized out of here which meant he didn't want every shambler around trying to go for the body. It was a useless idea if a conga line of shamblers came at the body all at the same time and continued blocking his route, and he would be damned if he was gonna jump on the head of shamblers to get out of here.
Roland slowly lowered himself back down as he carefully climbed back down the slanted roof, he did not need a broken leg at this point so he doubly sure to be slow. Reaching the ladder he climbed back down and quickly came back to the body. If he could distract them with this body and get a big enough hole he could get the hell out, there were minimal shamblers in the distance so he could easily avoid them, it was the group all at the gate that stood in his way. Roland bend down grunting as he grabbed the body from the ground and threw it over his shoulder, it wasn't all that heavy to be honest, but he was not also in the business of carting dead bodies either. Roland came to the gate in the back, closing his eye's he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do, the shamblers were loud in his ear making that hard, taking the body he hoisted it up to the top of the fence the best he could, pushing from the bottom he got the body over the top of the fence. He heard the thump and then sickening almost instant cracking and sloshing of the body being torn apart, Roland watched the best he could as the group of shamblers went for the body, almost like flies to shit, this was it the moment of truth. Roland pulled the 22 from its holster and readied himself, as soon as he saw the hole in the shamblers he lunged at the fence and scaled it very much like the first time and quickly jumped to the other side. Landing with a thump Roland was almost immediately off in a full sprint, the plan had worked better then he thought they had flocked to the body better then he could have thought they would. Changing his direction Roland ran straight for the open field of the school, jumping another fence he hit the sidewalk, raising his 22 he pulled off a shot and hit a shambler between the eye's.
Roland went from a sprint to a full running speed as he got into the field where the cat had only been moments before, at least here he could see the shamblers coming at him. The field was pretty empty the mass of shamblers still around the building. He had to get to somewhere safe, or he was going to sooner or later get caught by moving shamblers. His only real destination was the school, as bad of an idea as it was, unless that car came back for him he was on foot and had no choice. Roland kept his eye's trained all around, he didn't want to trip over a damn body or worse get caught by a ground shambler, at the same time he looked for an access point into the school, his chances were slim but if he died at least he went out protecting people like he always imagined he would.
The car from before had dragged some of the shamblers at the fence away, but it had not dragged enough away. In fact it seemed there were more here now then there was before and that was not good. Roland started jogging around the house again trying to find any means of getting the hell out of this mess. But almost every part of the fence was filled with shamblers on the other side. As Roland rounded the house on the opposite side he stumbled across the mans body again, slowing down he looked at it for a minute, truthfully he felt no real pity for the man. He was after all trying to murder people only moments ago. But he couldn't help but think that the situation could have gone differently. Reaching down Roland plucked the gun from the dead mans hand and opened it, only four shots were in it, and it was a revolver of and older model, so ammo for this would be hard to find, so another useless weapon at this point. Roland stuck the gun in one of the pouches of his tactical vest and secured it under a velcro latch, reaching down he quickly frisked the dead man, but found nothing of interest. Roland bent back up returning to his thoughts of escape, he scratched his chin as he surveyed his surroundings, spotting and wooden ladder a thought clicked in his head. Running to it he placed the shotgun in his pack with the butt sticking out as he picked it up and quickly alined it with the edge of the roof and started to climb. If that car had not left perhaps he could get their attentions, perhaps even they would not leave him completely, it didn't help him escape, but anything was better then trying to escape on foot, and if he could get out of here then it would help greatly. Plus getting on the roof would provide him with a higher elevation, perhaps he would be able to spot a weak point out of this place.
Roland climbed onto the roof carefully, planting his feet firmly on the slanted surface, he got on his knee's and climbed up, edging towards the chimney he put his weight on it and stood up balancing himself to get a look around the house. The entire perimeter was surrounded by shamblers, from first glance it was not looking at all promising.
"Think god damn it, think Roland, time to put that strategic mind to work."
Roland spoke to himself as he thought of the items he had at hand, one he had a ladder, two he had a house full of odds and end items, three he had a body on the grass, four he had weapons, five he had a horde of shamblers who were yearning for his blood... or perhaps they would be interested in someone else s blood. Roland looked down at the body as an idea was hatching in his mind, perhaps if he used the body as bait to draw them from a portion of the gate he could hightail it out of here. The very idea made him feel less then human, but now wasn't the time to question morals, he was up shit creek with no paddle and a quickly sinking boat. That fence would not hold forever, no matter how strong it was, and the more shamblers that showed up the less chance he would have to escape. Roland made his mind up as he looked for a part of the fence with less shamblers, he quickly spotted a portion that did not seem to have that many, ironically it was the portion where he had jumped into this yard in the first place. He would have to place the body in an place where a hole could be utilized out of here which meant he didn't want every shambler around trying to go for the body. It was a useless idea if a conga line of shamblers came at the body all at the same time and continued blocking his route, and he would be damned if he was gonna jump on the head of shamblers to get out of here.
Roland slowly lowered himself back down as he carefully climbed back down the slanted roof, he did not need a broken leg at this point so he doubly sure to be slow. Reaching the ladder he climbed back down and quickly came back to the body. If he could distract them with this body and get a big enough hole he could get the hell out, there were minimal shamblers in the distance so he could easily avoid them, it was the group all at the gate that stood in his way. Roland bend down grunting as he grabbed the body from the ground and threw it over his shoulder, it wasn't all that heavy to be honest, but he was not also in the business of carting dead bodies either. Roland came to the gate in the back, closing his eye's he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do, the shamblers were loud in his ear making that hard, taking the body he hoisted it up to the top of the fence the best he could, pushing from the bottom he got the body over the top of the fence. He heard the thump and then sickening almost instant cracking and sloshing of the body being torn apart, Roland watched the best he could as the group of shamblers went for the body, almost like flies to shit, this was it the moment of truth. Roland pulled the 22 from its holster and readied himself, as soon as he saw the hole in the shamblers he lunged at the fence and scaled it very much like the first time and quickly jumped to the other side. Landing with a thump Roland was almost immediately off in a full sprint, the plan had worked better then he thought they had flocked to the body better then he could have thought they would. Changing his direction Roland ran straight for the open field of the school, jumping another fence he hit the sidewalk, raising his 22 he pulled off a shot and hit a shambler between the eye's.
Roland went from a sprint to a full running speed as he got into the field where the cat had only been moments before, at least here he could see the shamblers coming at him. The field was pretty empty the mass of shamblers still around the building. He had to get to somewhere safe, or he was going to sooner or later get caught by moving shamblers. His only real destination was the school, as bad of an idea as it was, unless that car came back for him he was on foot and had no choice. Roland kept his eye's trained all around, he didn't want to trip over a damn body or worse get caught by a ground shambler, at the same time he looked for an access point into the school, his chances were slim but if he died at least he went out protecting people like he always imagined he would.
