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Braynard
Legacy Name: Braynard

The Graveyard Kumos
Owner: Storm

Age: 7 years, 9 months, 3 days

Born: August 4th, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 9 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: August 4th, 2016

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

I woke up in a daze. As my eyes opened there was only the light shining through the window. However this was not my room. I was in a bed with a mattress that felt like stuffed plastic with only a thin sheet covering it. My pillow was also reminiscent of a plastic material and crackled under my head as I moved. There was an IV pole standing next to me with a tubing that trailed down and attached to my right arm. The screen was totally black and it looked as if it had not been checked in a while. There was dried blood around the entrance site of the IV in my arm. Was I in a hospital? I must be right? Why was I here? I tried to sit up on the side of the bed. --errr---mmmIt felt like there were elephants dancing a tango on my head. I swayed a little back and forth until I got my bearings. Slowly I touched my feet to the floor and began to take my first steps. I slowly lifted my feet one in front of the other until I reached the window. I peered out and into the streets. Empty? Surly there should be people around at this hour of the day.

I stared for a bit puzzled at what I could see through the small opening. Come to think of it; if this is a hospital where is all the noise? Where are the busy nurses and the doctors? Puzzled even more I stumbled across the floor an made my way to the door. I peeked out into the hallway --nobody's here? I crept out into the hallway and started to make my way towards what looked like a nursing station. There were papers scattered throughout the hallway. Abandoned IV poles, wheelchairs and stretchers were messily strewn about. The power seemed to be gone as well and the only light was the natural light coming from the windows in the patient's rooms. As I reached the nursing station I could plainly see that it was abandoned as well as everything else here. What is this some kind of horror movie I'm stuck in?

Still very much in pain from my head ache and my stomach turning I shuffled my way in behind the counter to look for something to calm my throbbing head. When the power failed it must have overrode the code locked doors where they keep the medications. I went in and fumbled through the drawers and cabinets ASA, Acetaminophen, some antibiotics. I scooped up what I could find and turned to walk back to my room to see if I could find my clothes. As I crept through the hallway it occurred to me that there might have been some sort of disaster that caused everyone to abandon the hospital. A slow shiver curdled up my spine as I made my way back. In my room there were little lockers that the patients used to store their stuff. I opened the little door and inside was my clothes neatly packed on the shelf. There was also my backpack and two full bottles of water stored there. I pulled out a water and opened some of the Acetaminophen I found at the nursing station. I downed two of them and stuffed the rest in my backpack for safe keeping with the rest of the water. I pulled on my clothes and decided to have a look around for some more supplies before leaving the hospital. --If this is a horror movie I'm trapped in at least I am going to be prepared.

In the other lockers on my floor I found four more bottles of water, some chips, a candy bar and a change of clothes in my size. With my backpack full of loot I decided I would try and make my way downstairs to the exit. As I made my way down the hallway on the next floor I glanced down and noticed my shoe was untied. I stopped to tie it up when I heard a scuffing sound coming from far down the hall it was barely noticeable and if I had kept walking I never would have heard it. I finished tying my sneaker and slowly stood up straight. scuff--scuff--scuffscuff--scuff--scuff--scuff The sound was definitely getting louder and whatever was making it was coming closer. Where have I heard that sound before? It was not real life, definitely on TV or in a movie. I was thinking back to some of the last movies or TV shows that I watched. Scuff--ScUFF-- Vampires, werewolves, superheros, theifs, zomb-- --Zombies? ZOMBIES!? --SCUFFSCUFF--SCUFFSCUFF--WAAARRGG! HOLY SHIT! I turned and ran as fast as I could down the hallway.

Zombies! Zombies! Of all the scenarios that I could have been trapped in! I turned a corner and slipped down the staircase that lead to the ground floor. If I could make it out of the hospital without being eaten I considered myself lucky. I zipped through the hallways and through the quickest route I knew to the exit. I sped around the corner and I could smell something terrible. It was like something di-- Shit... As I was running a zombie rose out of a wheelchair that was sitting in the hall as I turned that corner. I must have awakened it's hunger when I scrambled by. --Great! I quickly turned to head the other way; the long way to the exit. I could hear a dull shuffle of many feet in the distance behind me. There were inhumane noises and gurgles coming from the same direction. I thank whoever is watching over me to get me out alive!

I could see the exit in front of me it was just a little further. I scampered as fast as I could toward it. The sounds behind me were getting louder but I would not look back. I kept running until I made it to the door. When I got there it as apparent that someone had stuck a lead pipe across the two doors from the inside. I could only guess that someone was trapped in here with this hoard and decided to sacrifice himself to prevent the others from escaping. I pulled on the lead pipe as the scuffs and moans were getting louder behind me. I yanked and hauled on the pipe until it finally jiggled loose. It made a hollow ringing sound as it let go of the door. I flung the doors open, not stopping to drop the pipe. I burst through and closed the doors behind me. The hoard right on my tail; their arms flailed at me as they got trapped in the doors as they closed. I stuck the pipe through the handles and stepped back from the madness.

Holy fuuuuuu-- I could only stop and smile at what I had accomplished. So glad I took the time to watch all of those movies and TV shows about zombies. Knowing what I did about those shows and movies a weapon is essential. I should get one and keep it until a better one comes along. The lead pipe would have made a excellent weapon. If I could find something else to block the door I could take the pipe as my own. I looked around and saw an ambulance parked in the emergency zone. I walked over and opened the back doors to climb inside. There was some medical supplies which I stuffed into my backpack but there was also a travel size IV pole. --Perfect! I grabbed it and rushed over to the door. I jabbed the pole through the room that was left in the door handles and quickly pulled out the lead pipe. I then tied the outside with the IV tubing that was connected to the pole.

It was time for me to continue along my path at that point and find shelter for the night. There was a small hostel outside the hospital and with all of the zombies around here locked up I would be safe there for tonight. I crept inside to clear it before I got comfortable. --That's what they do on those TV shows right?

I stepped through the doorway and gently planted my feet inside. I tiptoed softly through the hostel. The floor creaked as I walked along. The hostel was two stories so after clearing the lower floor I would have to go upstairs. --*sigh*Great! Coming to the base of the stairs I stood and stared up staircase. I could see the top as it was only one flight. I listened for movement but heard nothing. I crept forward and began to ascend. One, two steps, three, four steps,and then stop and listen. No movement at all --that I could hear so far. I made it to the top and listened some more. From what I could see there were three rooms. Two bedrooms on either side of the hallway and a bathroom in between them both. --A bathroom, great. The center of all things scary when it comes to horror. Bathrooms, bathrooms and basements. I decided to clear the bathroom first and get it out of the way. Nothing in the bathroom. The other rooms were left and right so I decided to go left and then I would check the right one. Slowly I moved towards the door and peeked inside and nothing there. I swung the door back and waited for something, anything to pop out at me --and go BOOGIE BOO! I let out another sigh and turned to walk towards the other room. The carpet under my feet was soft and there were stains trailing down the hallway. I slipped up beside the other room door peered inside and swung it open, pipe in hand ready to swing. Nothing, there was absolutely nothing here that was going to harm me --and nibble on my giblets. Confident that I would not be eaten I settled down for the night after blocking the door from the inside with the couch.

The next morning I was ready to start exploring. I was looking for any signs of other humans --that had not turned into the damaged, goo covered versions that have seemed to have taken over! I found myself thinking that this place was pretty nice though and I could stay here for a while. I quickly changed my mind because with a hoard of zombies that close it would be dangerous to stay. If the door ever gave in the whole hoard would be sent careening towards the hostel. So ready, willing and able I trotted down the street keeping my eyes and ears peeled for any signs of intelligent life. It wasn't long before I came across more er-- --walkers, biters, rotters...fleshies? Fleshies! I stormed at them with my pipe and clobbered them until there was not so much as a twitch. I smelled and as covered in fleshy juice but it was a personal triumph. I held my head high, through my pipe over my shoulder and continued along my path. Every so often there would be a *rustle* or a *shuffle* and I would stop and take their heads off and keep moving. I loved in a remote area where the population was not to large anyway so the amount of Fleshies that I seen were limited. There was only a large amount in the hospital because people were already sick and if one turned, they all turned. I walked on to a road that would take me straight through the middle of town. There was a chance that some supplies would be available for me there. I made it to a small shop called "Doolies" I had been there many times and knew the shop-keep quite well. --Poor Mr. Doolie was probably already a Fleshy and roaming the streets somewhere. It looked as though it was already broken in to but I decided to have a look anyway --couldn't hurt. I rummaged through what was left of the store contents. There was some soda and a couple of bags of chips left strewn across the floor. I picked them up and stuffed them in my backpack.

I left Doolies and headed down the street towards the bakery and the pet store. I checked out the bakery but very little had survived time. What was left there was very hard and very crusty. I walked by the pet store with an old danish in my hand that was the softest the bakery had --which was still pretty rock like. I peered into the window as I walked past. As I glanced inside I saw a shadow scamper across the floor. I was too small to be a Fleshy so I decided to take a closer look. I crept inside and looked around. I didn't see anything. I walked toward the back of the store and peeked around the corner of the shelf with my arms stretched up ready to grab my pipe. My other hand was by my side and still holding the crusty danish. *click-click-click-click* A noise that seemed to be coming from behind me. I felt a sensation on my hand, it was wet and cold. I could feel something tugging at the stale danish. I very slowly turned to see what was behind me. My heart was pounding --like a GD drum! IT'S A --dog? Hey fella! I bent down to touch it on the head. He was a little skittish but accepted me as I was. I patted his head --Anything is better than banging into one of the fleshies huh boy. There were all sorts of collars and scarfs on the wall so I picked one of each to put on his neck. Here you go boy, a bright red collar and an awesome navy colored scarf. I picked a leash that matched his collar also. I grabbed some treats and stuffed them in my bag along with some sample size bags of dog food. I plucked on his leash and we continued on down the road looking for somewhere to stay for the night.

We came to a quiet neighborhood with small cottage like homes that would be easy to clear. We picked one, cleared it and settled down for the night. I stated to my new companion that he needed a new name. But what is a good name for a dog who is surviving an apocalypse? It's a zombie apocalypse, zombies like humans, flesh organs, Bra-- --Brains! All of the older zombie movies always showed the zombies shouting *BRAAAINS* I don't want to name you brains though. How about Braynard? Then we can just call you Brayn for short and we will have a unique way to spell it --not that it's important how you spell your name in the apocalypse. I mean who's going to ask, or notice?

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