Marina/Docks Area
Christopher Williams - former UC Cop
Boat crew

Chris waited, watching the two men. One of them seemed to be an older gentlemen who made his way down onto the docks off to Chris’ left. He entered a cabin cruiser, out of sight for the time being. He turned his attention to the other man who had a kukri in hand. It was a good blade and was excellent for dealing with the geeks. Chris wished he had one, but the gear he had was what he had available. He could have been using a speargun but if he got into tight quarters it would be a liability in his hands. 

It seemed the man wasn’t noticed much by the walkers near the marina, the seven or so that were left. Chris’ muscle car, dark blue, was parked in the marina lot and had been sitting there a while. That was the first thing he wanted to grab, was his gear that was in the trunk. It would increase his odds and give him and Zephy more options. There was also something psychological about having some armor and a shotgun, but then again getting macho probably wasn’t the smartest idea. 

Scooting around behind the car he was taking concealment behind, his foot slipped, scraping across some loose gravel which dumped him to the ground. Cursing under his breath he picked himself up and scrambled away, working to stay quiet and low, out of sight. It was more for the geeks that he was worried than the two people nearby. Sure, people might not be as friendly and much more desperate these days, but they weren’t that close by. The walkers were, some of them close enough to smell. 

Five of the closest ones slowly turned, hearing the noise. The began shuffling toward the sedan he’d taken cover behind. Chris moved carefully, circling around them. He stayed nearly completely silent as he moved, covered by the sound of wind, waves, and the suruss of the rest of hte city, buildings settling… the faintly carrying moans and groans of other of their kind, the slight bumping of boats in the motion of the water against the dock and each other. 

Soon he was edging toward his car, fishing his keys out of his pocket, which he still carried. Reaching up he quietly inserted the key and turned the lock with a grimace. It was crisp and clear enough to carry through the air and a couple of the shamblers shifting around the spot he’d vacated a couple minutes ago stopped and turned then began heading in the direction of this new noise. The others began to follow, simply following the others. 

Chris cursed under his breath. Five on one… he could do it. The terrain left him with some options. He could bottleneck them and make them come at him one at a time. At least with a pistol, he could set things up to be ideal. So it was then that he moved away from his car, only to stand up. Seeing food, they increased their pace some, groaning and beginning to advance in earnest. 

The former undercover cop checked his surroundings and then began backing up as the followed him, then slipped in between two SUV’s parked next to each other. Raising his pistol he fired at the first, riding the recoil as the gun bucked in his hands. The first one’s head snapped back and dropped, tripping up the second one as he fired. The shot missed but hit the one behind it through an eyeball and blew out the back of the skull. The third one fell on top of the second, trapping it for a moment. Chris took a breath and fired again at number four, blowing the back of it’s head off, then cracked off one more round, taking out number five. It wa almost whisper quiet except for the tinkling of brass on the pavement. There was one still left, so he simply swiveled his weapon down and executed it with a coup de grace. 

Chris glanced around checking for the two that had been ambling around. He spotted them near the driving entrance to the marina, still seeming to be oblivious to the fate of their bretheren. Chris ejected the magazine in his weapon which was empty except for the one in the chamber, and pulled out a new one and slid it in, switching the weapon back to safety and putting it away. The magazine went into his haversack. 

backpack full of camping gear, including compass, string/cordage, small flashlight, pocket knife, and a bag of peanuts

Chris took a moment to check over the downed walkers. One of them had a decent set of hiking boots by the look, but they’d been worn down by weeks of aimless wandering. The next one had a couple bottles of water in a very small day bag. It looked to be a young man barely out of high school. He also had a towel and a pair of swim trunks. Chris found a small thumb drive in one pocket which he pocketed. Never know what was on one of those. 

The next one he checked out looked like marina security. She wore a pair of capris, was missing a shoe and had on a light polo shirt. A baseball cap hung from a ponytail, tangled up with the velcro. The back of the polo read SECURITY in block lettering. On her belt was a walkie-talkie and in one pocket was a tazer. Pulling out he triggered it. Nothing. He looked it over, turning it this way and that. It only took a minute to determine that it was dead, but it could be recharged or the battery replaced. He took the walkie and the tazer and stuffed those into the day pack, which he slipped on his back. 

The next one had a pair of gory sunglasses hanging from his shirt. A quick check of his pockets revealed a glasses case that was empty, and an eyeglass repair kit, along with an empty wallet. Chris kept the repair kit and tossed the rest. The kit weighed next to nothing, took up no real space, and its parts could be useful for his own gear and tiny precision tools could be of use for other things. 

The last one, he pulled from the pile wore a backpack, a framed type of decent construction. Pulling it off, he opened it up to find a small treasure trove of camping supplies, couple lighters, folding knife, compass, small flashlight, some decent string, like jute twine, and a package of peanuts. Chris took a moment to strip the day pack off, then stuff it into the backpack which still had a fair bit of room. The former cop guessed the man had some training, or had thought it trendy… or perhaps he had been decently prepared, but just a little unlucky. 

Glancing around, he looked for the two people he’d spotted, wondering where they went. He knew the older guy had gone into one of the boats… but Chris hadn’t seen him come out yet.