Nick Swift
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Perched atop the roof of a church, one hand grasping the girth of the wooden cross atop it as a safeguard, the hooded figure known as Nick Swift crouched, his keen eyes surveying the town below him through the concave eyepiece of his binoculars. He hadn't been there long, just long enough for a quick snack and a survey of his next target. Below him, several low snarls rang through the otherwise silent air, as claws ran raw and bloody scratched in annoyance at the walls of the building, trying to in desperation to reach for a meal far out of their grasps. Their hunger never seemed to end, even after they had devoured enough that the contents of their digestive tracts burst open. It was rather sad to watch, the once intelligent, functioning creatures, barely able to comprehend anything other then the feast they endlessly hunted for.
Taking a small bite from the granola bar he had swiped from the house over, he lowered the eyepiece, setting the binoculars onto the surface next to him. His long leg draped over the edge of the roof, dangling above the agitated infected below, taunting them. They reached out for the appendage, but it was still far from the reach of their rotting clutches. Snickering softly, the man's left eye began to twitch, and his silence was broken, as once again, he began a conversation with the only other person who had lived long enough to stick with him this far.
"You saw that right? The decent-sized crowd a few streets down? What if we follow it from a distance, and wait for them to spot some helpless human, and observe the resulting dinner party. It sounds delightful to me." His voice cracked multiple times throughout his sentence, yet he took no notice of it.
His body tilted to the right side, and he spoke again, this time in a slightly more ragged voice, laced with reason.
"If we do that, we might attract unwanted attention instead, sides, there isn't exactly a whole lot of buildings on that street."His argument was a decent one, but he wasn't going to let himself win so easily.
"Ah, but if we do, we could also possibly test out how much destruction a small horde can do while on fire, after all, I did see a few bottles of booze in the church. If not, maybe I could pluck whatever poor soul they happen to come across out after they've been munched on a bit, so we can observe how the newly reanimated react to being in pieces?"The argument went back in forth a few more times, before he finally conceded, his decision to quickly snatch a few bottles from the church already put into motion. The crinkly wrapper from his finished granola bar was dropped, making small traces of the irritating crinkles as it swiftly floated to the ground. The infected of course, took notice of this, and pulled away from the church's walls long enough to lunge for the source of the noise.
Seizing the moment by the neck, Nick leaped from the rooftop, landing on the ground with a soft thud, rolling into the impact, his body absorbing the impact. The distracted monsters of course, noticed the sound, and were already rearing back onto the shaking unstable feet they walked on. Nick had already taken off, propelling himself over top of the fence nearby, as the sounds of his pursuers running feet followed behind him. He could hear the first one already body slamming the wooden fence, forcing his brain to act quickly. There were three of them, not enough to be a gigantic threat, but enough to pose a great risk. Fighting them wasn't the best option, which left him with option number two.
He dove inside the large hedge that grew loosely around the nearest house, the branches catching his for a moment, before he rolled into the shrub deeper, freeing his pack and sinking deeper into the hiding place. The thick branches of the hedge scratched at his face, prodding his body in uncomfortable ways, almost making him reconsider his plan. However, before he could force his way out of the hedge, possibly making more noise, the sounds of a wooden construct coming down halted him in place. From his limited vision, through the thick foliage he had trapped himself in, he could vaguely witness the infected pour through the gap in the fence, their bodies twitching erratically, as they stepped into the yard.
He couldn't move, he could barely breath. If he tried to move now, they would be on him in a matter of seconds. He didn't like his chances of trying to fight them while branched in, literally.
The only thing Nick could think to do, was wait it out.
He was content to do that, when one of the twitching head's of his hunters, turned towards the bush. It probably couldn't see him, but if it came closer, it would probably find him. He needed to do something, right now. His eye flicked down to the ground, trying to see if he could move his hands enough without making a sound, when his gaze caught the shape of a stone. Nothing large, but large enough to throw and make a decent sound. His eyes lit up for a moment, and his hand slowly snaked towards it.
His fingers began to brush the tip of the stone, when a snarl broke the tense silence.
He had been spotted, he was done for, what had been the point, this was where it e-
His opened his eyes, nothing was tearing into him like a carnivore into it's prey, in fact, they weren't even looking at him. The tweeting of a bird had caught the attention of the undead beasts, and they were attacking the fence again, this time on the oppisite side of the yard, trying to chase after the sound of life as it fluttered away in a panic.
A moment later and they had broken through the wooden barrier blocking their path, charging after their quarry at full speed. It was then, and only then, that Nick Swift let out the breath he had been holding it, and felt his body loosen up, as relief filled his body. He had been saved, by pure coincidence. Jesus Christ.
When he couldn't hear the sounds of death anymore, Nick's mouth opened, and he snarled at himself.
"At least if they did eat us, we would have given them indigestion, those poor sobs."Ignoring the comment, he struggled his way out of the hedge, stumbling out of it a few moments later, one of the branches giving him one final smack as he did. Brushing his hoodie off, the loner took a quick glance in the direction of where the undead had run off to, before silently making his way back through the first hole in the fence they made.
The rest of his endeavors went rather smoothly, as he exited the church, stuffing a few bottles of alcohol into his pack, mumbling to himself the entire way.
Some part of him still wanted to chase after the small horde, but he wasn't in the mood for it anymore, so instead, he scaled the nearest building, and began making his way towards the highway, as he had nothing better to do with his time.
"So, shall we head towards the tallest bridge and see if we can drop the empty bottles on anything?""Empty bottles? Seems we're in a party mood, let's do it! Hell yeah!" 
