They shall burn! If only I can get enough rags... Also, who knew so many zombies hung around hardware stores?
The Hardware Store
Tom walked out rather unsteady into the street, trying to make his way to the Hardware to the SW. As he walked onto the pavement he saw a shambling mess walking across the road. "Awwww, what a cute squir- AHHHHH!" He quickly decided to smash that zombie back where it came from, and rushed towards the unsuspecting creature. The two giants of violence met at the center of the street, with Tom preparing to take the first swing. "Fear me, landlubber!" He yelled as he swung his bat at the zombie's face. He connected, but not before the zombie retaliated with a shot at Tom's left arm. "It must be the lack of music," Tom thought through the fog of his drunkenness. He swung again, with almost 3 times as much force as last time, stunning the zombie into not hitting back. He swung again in a hurry, only to be struck in the stomach by a rather weak punch. "That the best you can do?!" Tom yelled as he took his final swing, re-killing the zombie.
The battle wasn't over, though as another zombie shambled into Tom's vision just as he was getting over his destruction of the first zombie. He decided to charge the other zombie, hoping to kill it one-shot Happy Gilmore style. He didn't, but he still managed an acceptable hit, with the zombie headbutting his right arm. He swung again, and again, before the zombie managed a shot at Tom's mouth. "I be needing that to drink!" He replied, swinging one last time to put it out of its
misery er zombie feelings.
He saw the squirrels walking around, and he was tempted to pick one up and throw it at the next passing zombie, but controlled his instincts, and proceeded to walk into the hardware store.
Again?! No problem, this time there are windows, Tom thought, and he closed the doors and proceeded to make faces at the zombies again through the window. It was then that he saw salvation, that he saw sanity return to his senses. He saw another mp3 player! He grasped his baseball bat even tighter now, knowing that if only he could defeat two zombies, sweet tunes would be his once more. The closest zombie to the window immediately began trying to shatter the window as soon as he reached it, shattering it on the fifth or sixth time. As it was crawling through the window, Tom hit it twice, felt a breeze go by
but he ignored it and kept on swinging. at the fourth strike, he felt as if he had become a slightly better user of all melee weapons. Before swinging one last time, killing the zombie. And just in time too, as the other zombie walked right up to to the window sill, apparently oblivious to the fate of his predecessor. Tom was reminded of a batting cage as he took a few "practice swings" at the zombie before hitting a home run on the zombie's poor head.
The battle was over, for real this time. Additionally, the zombies had dropped a cigarette pack, a pair of leather shorts, and a romance novel, none of which seemed particularly useful to Tom when compared to the alcohol that he would have had to drop in order to pick it up, so he proceeded to enter the hardware store to pick up his mp3 player and find some rags and a lighter. It was then that he realized that he had actually gotten his bearings mixed up and had been fighting in front of a liquor store.
Whoops. He picked up the mp3 player, dropped a bottle of whiskey (and cried about it a bit) and walked over to the hardware store. He moved a little to the west only to see three more zombies approach his position from the NW when he reached the front doors of the hardware store. Apparently, he was wearing some kind of zombie attractor today, but he was ready to re-kill. He got into the hardware store and stood behind a window. He swung three times at one zombie, four at the next, and four at the last, killing all of them without incident.
He then looked around the hardware store, taking 2 rags, a pair of safety goggles he put on, a lighter and assorted other items listed below:
Shovel
Hoe
Bottle of Bleach
Bottle of Ammonia (2)
Rope-6 ft
Sewing kit
Dust Mask
Filter Mask
Mop (2)
X-Acto knife
Steeltoed Boots
Useless novels
What to take? Remember that anything taken is less alcohol to drink.
Also, what to do next?
A. Take the Molotov Cocktail and throw it at a gas station. Then prey.
B. Leave the city.
C. Use the Bloodlust to create a new, better idea.
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