Post by Cira "Tex" Knight on Dec 6, 2010 5:09:35 GMT -5
7:28pm
"Hm, well, I won't use power on anything 'till the morning. I'll be with my truck. Night dudester."
Because it was only 7:30, Cira decided to get some Beef Jerky from her truck. She hated that she had to eat food so sparingly, but whatever, she could live with it. She just hated a regularly growling stomach. Opening up the right door right behind her driver's seat, she got out a Windex spray bottle and an Auto-shine sealant for the interior.
In a good mood, Cira wanted to sing and blast music, but it bummed her out that she couldn't. ~"Well, time fer that CD player."~[/i][/color] she thought as she set the sprays on the hood, then moved to the passenger's seat, but she then paused, debating against doing so because she might accidentally make louder noises than intended, and worse off, not hear zombies approaching.
Carefully shutting the door, she got the Windex and climbed inside the lava-painted Tacoma. She'd deal with the lights last since that was generally easier. She looked at her dirtied blood sprayed windows and windshield and her dark eye brows furrowed. All though in a good mood, the sight of the smears and blood rather darkened her mood. She had cleaned them just a couple nights ago, and now they were already back to normal. Cira sighed mentally, cleaning the outside of the windows first before climbing onto the windshield.
~"It's just been three days...I've lasted this long, how much longer will I last, I wonder? Funny, I maybe thought about that just once or twice when I was with the Marines, and that was over a course of like over ten years!"~ Cira thought as she rubbed away the smears as evenly as she could, before moving onto the mirrors, and then onto the brake lights and headlights.
Unfortunately, the smell of the Windex was pretty strong as she got a wiff of it from spraying more and rubbing the right windshield with a thick blue paper towel. ~"Oh GOD."~ she thought unhappily. Cira tried to hold the sneeze, but as the smell and dried blood carried through her nostrils, she struggled, and had to let out the sneeze. And let out the sneeze she did! The sneeze occurred thrice, and the sounds was a loud almost dog-like bark that echoed through the mansion. She freaked out then, biting her lip after the sneezes were 'finally' done with.
~"Damn you and your sneezes! Tony's gonna flip! You had accidentally attracted a few doing that already!"~ She fumbled for her goggles as her heart raced, praying silently that she didn't start hearing those zombie moans beginning to approach the garage, which wasn't sound proof.
8:00pm
Being nit-picky with her cleaning, about thirty minutes had passed. A bit worried about zombies approaching the mansion, she quietly slipped into her truck, and began to work on the dash board. While she worked on the driver's area, she kept one of the doors propped open with her foot.
And then just a minute or so later, she began to hear the zombies. Indeed, they had heard her. "Shit," she muttered with a facepalm, and immediately reached for the pistols in her cargo pants pockets, checking to make sure they were easy to reach. She put clips from a back in the floor boards below the passenger-side of the dash board, and reached for her AA12 Shot gun, making sure all rounds were there.
She could hear them get closer, and then a couple began bashing at the garage door. Cira started her truck. Blaring the horn as an alarm in case Tony conked out already, Cira yelled. "TONY!" she bellowed in a commanding tone. "WE GOT COMPANY!" she hoped he'd hear her promptly, she didn't want to idle in here forever!
"Hm, well, I won't use power on anything 'till the morning. I'll be with my truck. Night dudester."
Because it was only 7:30, Cira decided to get some Beef Jerky from her truck. She hated that she had to eat food so sparingly, but whatever, she could live with it. She just hated a regularly growling stomach. Opening up the right door right behind her driver's seat, she got out a Windex spray bottle and an Auto-shine sealant for the interior.
In a good mood, Cira wanted to sing and blast music, but it bummed her out that she couldn't. ~"Well, time fer that CD player."~[/i][/color] she thought as she set the sprays on the hood, then moved to the passenger's seat, but she then paused, debating against doing so because she might accidentally make louder noises than intended, and worse off, not hear zombies approaching.
Carefully shutting the door, she got the Windex and climbed inside the lava-painted Tacoma. She'd deal with the lights last since that was generally easier. She looked at her dirtied blood sprayed windows and windshield and her dark eye brows furrowed. All though in a good mood, the sight of the smears and blood rather darkened her mood. She had cleaned them just a couple nights ago, and now they were already back to normal. Cira sighed mentally, cleaning the outside of the windows first before climbing onto the windshield.
~"It's just been three days...I've lasted this long, how much longer will I last, I wonder? Funny, I maybe thought about that just once or twice when I was with the Marines, and that was over a course of like over ten years!"~ Cira thought as she rubbed away the smears as evenly as she could, before moving onto the mirrors, and then onto the brake lights and headlights.
Unfortunately, the smell of the Windex was pretty strong as she got a wiff of it from spraying more and rubbing the right windshield with a thick blue paper towel. ~"Oh GOD."~ she thought unhappily. Cira tried to hold the sneeze, but as the smell and dried blood carried through her nostrils, she struggled, and had to let out the sneeze. And let out the sneeze she did! The sneeze occurred thrice, and the sounds was a loud almost dog-like bark that echoed through the mansion. She freaked out then, biting her lip after the sneezes were 'finally' done with.
~"Damn you and your sneezes! Tony's gonna flip! You had accidentally attracted a few doing that already!"~ She fumbled for her goggles as her heart raced, praying silently that she didn't start hearing those zombie moans beginning to approach the garage, which wasn't sound proof.
8:00pm
Being nit-picky with her cleaning, about thirty minutes had passed. A bit worried about zombies approaching the mansion, she quietly slipped into her truck, and began to work on the dash board. While she worked on the driver's area, she kept one of the doors propped open with her foot.
And then just a minute or so later, she began to hear the zombies. Indeed, they had heard her. "Shit," she muttered with a facepalm, and immediately reached for the pistols in her cargo pants pockets, checking to make sure they were easy to reach. She put clips from a back in the floor boards below the passenger-side of the dash board, and reached for her AA12 Shot gun, making sure all rounds were there.
She could hear them get closer, and then a couple began bashing at the garage door. Cira started her truck. Blaring the horn as an alarm in case Tony conked out already, Cira yelled. "TONY!" she bellowed in a commanding tone. "WE GOT COMPANY!" she hoped he'd hear her promptly, she didn't want to idle in here forever!