FAST FOOD FLURRY [DENNIS]

[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

Michelle squinted as she stood in front of the fast food joint. She never went to Carl's Jr. before. There was one twenty miles from where she used to live, but she never bothered to eat there. She was a high school student, after all. She didn't know how to drive and she wasn't exactly overflowing in money. Now that everything was practically free, she decided to give the place a try. Michelle snorted silently at herself. "Free," her butt. They all had the slight chance of getting eaten up by a zombie. That prospect sounded absolutely wonderful.

Michelle honestly had no idea why she decided to venture out of Henderson. While that place was primarily her home, she wanted to see how all the other places were faring. So when she had the chance, she decided to leave to Vegas. While Michelle was positive that Las Vegas had a greater zombie density, there was a chance that the chances of finding food were higher there too. Michelle might even be able to find some information about the zombie virus.

Michelle shivered as she peeked into the restaurant. Ever since that encounter with zombies at Mimi's Cafe, restaurants frightened Michelle. There hasn't been a night that went by that she didn't dream of that day. If Cherri was not there... Michelle was too scared to think of the outcome. Still, Michelle was there for food. While there might be a zombie or two hanging out in the restaurant, food was a necessity.

Michelle slowly pushed the door open. After spending at least five minutes checking through the windows, she finally decided to take the plunge. The floor was covered in a film of dirt and some trash cans were pushed over. There definitely was a struggle in the restaurant, yet it seemed like it happened ages ago. Unless there were zombies crawling around, the dining area seemed fine. Unfortunately, the kitchen area behind the counter had so many kitchen equipment that Michelle couldn't get a good view of the area.

Michelle slowly walked from side to side to gain a complete image of the kitchen area. She was not going to get close to the kitchen until she knew that the place was zombie free. She reached into her pocket and switched the multitool to its blade function. She silently made her way to the counter constantly checking around her to see if any zombies would pop out of nowhere. They had a nasty habit of doing that, after all.

[DENNIS LOWE]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music For a Few Dollars More Theme words 541 notes She better be happy Dennis likes to check things before shooting [/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10] "Yeah, I told you I could find it. Don't know why you ever doubted me." Dennis said as he walked closer to the tall and neglected Carl's Jr. Sign. "Don't say that, I only used four shells on the trip over here so stop you're whining about me being wasteful. I get so tired of your chatter sometimes Randal." On their long walk over from McCarran the shotgun on his shoulder had bitched and complained every step of the way about leaving the terminal in the first place. Being used to it Dennis had just ignored him for most of the trip except to do a little buckshot surgery to a few zombies' heads. Normally, Clare would throw in her two cents every ten minutes or so, but today she was eerily quiet. Hanging silently from his hip his knife really had Dennis worried about her and his attempts to strike up a conversation hadn't worked out well. Being careful to look for any new threats he crossed the parking lot and only stopped when he thought he saw something. Being a typical blazing hot day in the Mojave Desert Dennis had left his stuffy uniform top back at the terminal and opted to just wear his boots, pants, and black tank top. His signature beret did a decent job of protecting his head from the harsh sunlight, but not having any shades around he had to put on his goggles to protect his eyes instead. Besides carrying Randal on his back and Clare on his hip he had only taken the bare essentials with him today in his rucksack. He had to be as lite as possible, If his mission was a success then he was going to be weighted down with quite a bit of supplies. After getting up that morning the remaining members of the 10th Special Forces had eaten their regular MRE's and stale vending machine food with no complaints. However, they were all sure it was past time to find something really good to eat after choking down that crap for over a year. Being the responsible guy he is Dennis had volunteered to make a "Grocery run" and bring back anything he found. Before he had left the terminal he had reviewed one of the tourist maps of the area and saw there was a Carl's Jr. a short ways away. It had taken him the better part of the day to get there, but now as he opened the restaurant door it was time to get down to business. Much to his surprise as soon as he entered the place Dennis noticed a girl standing in front of the counter moving from side to side. Instinct kicking in he slipped his shotgun off his shoulder and drew a bead on what he thought was a zombie at first. The fast food place smelled a bit dank and dusty, but didn't have the sweet rotten smell of decay defining of a zombie around so he hesitated. Lowering his shotgun a bit he wanted to see if his hunch was right. He cleared his throat at first so not to startle the girl if she was still human. "*Ahem* Nice day for a good burger huh?" [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

Michelle let out a silent shriek as she heard a soft sound as if it came from a human throat. She spun around in surprise. She quickly brandished her blade against the figure that stood near the entrance. She was so busy with trying searching the kitchen that she didn't even pay attention to what happened behind her. How could she be so stupid? While still pointing her knife at the person, she quickly searched behind her for the back exit. If the zombie decided to rush her, that would be the first place she would run. Hopefully this zombie would be one of the old stupid ones.

She flinched when it started to make more sounds as if it were trying to say something. If the blade was not her only weapon, she definitely would have thrown it by now. She finally paused when she stopped and thought about the situation. It spoke... meaning it was human. Michelle slowly lowered her blade yet she made no move to put it away. She was not expecting to see another survivor so soon, but she was not stupid. Even in a zombie infestation, there were still assholes that roamed around. She didn't know if the person in front of her counted as one of them, but she was not taking a chance.

"Perhaps..." She replied trying to mask the fear from her voice. She couldn't lie. There was only one other Michelle truly trusted at the moment. Until others proved themselves worthy, Michelle saw everyone else as possible greedy murderers. Michelle's knuckles turned white due to her strong grip on the blade. She knew it wouldn't stand a chance against his shotgun, but it still made her feel like she had at least some control over the situation. Hopefully the boy was a bad shot, then maybe she’d be able to the back exit without getting any bullets lodged in her back. If not, well... she was proud she managed to last this long.

"Are you looking for food here too?" She asked. Thinking back, it was rather weird to be greeted by the green-haired by in such a way. It felt like it was years since she was last greeted in such a casual manner. Michelle barely seen anybody anymore. If she did, they were usually as sullen as her. As much as she wanted his greeting to cheer her up, it only made her more suspicious.

[DENNIS LOWE]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keeping the peace [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]music Jumper (Castle Crashers) words Not even gonna check notes Short, but sweet[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10] Not being stupid enough to take his eyes off the girl for a second Dennis nonetheless put a reassuring smile to try and lighten the mood. Unfortunately, while he had him aimed at her Randal just wouldn't shut up about how much easier it would be just to kill her. On his hip Clare finally perked up to and seemed excited to get to know the girl's knife if Dennis decided to pull the trigger. Over the past year he and the unit had been forced to put down a few survivors here and there who were dangerous, but not some teenager with a small toothpick of a knife. When she had lowered her weapon he couldn't tell if it was out of fear or realization he could easily end her with one blast from his shotgun judging from her voice. "Well, food and anything else I think my friends and I could use." Dennis chuckled as he ignored the homicidal suggestions from his weapons and tried to lighten the mood. Choosing now as good a time as any he slung Randal over his shoulder and put both palms out as a sign of nonaggression. That being said, if the girl tried anything funny he was still could have Clare unsheathed and inside the girls forehead in a matter of moments. "My name is Private Dennis Lowe, I'm a soldier with the remaining military around here. We're trying to straighten things with the zombies and such." He said wanting her to ease up a bit before she snapped. Dennis kind of played up things a bit about taking care of the zombies, the 10th was barely keeping themselves alive let alone really help anyone. The girl didn't need to know that of course as long as she calmed down."Honestly didn't think I was gonna find anybody else here. What's your name?" he said in a soothing voice. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]whatever that means [/style]

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[MICHELLE KUMAKURA]

Michelle relaxed slightly when he put his shotgun away. That probably brought up her survival chances a decent amount of percentage points. He even put his hands up kindly to show he wasn't hiding anything. Still, it didn't take that long for the man to pull that shotgun off his shoulder and take a shot out of it. There was no way she was putting her knife yet. If the boy was nice, she really hoped the he would understand. It made her feel safer.

"Military?" She echoed. Cherri was from the army too. Maybe the boy was from the same squad as her. Excitement grew in her system. If this was true, she'd definitely feel more comfortable with the boy. It had been a while since she last heard from the woman. The boy probably knew if she was okay or not. Michelle couldn't lie to herself. If she saw the woman again, she'd definitely be happy and relieved. In such a world, nobody lasted long. Michelle was even surprised she herself didn't die yet. Any normal seventeen year old girl in a completely foreign world would not have lasted as long.

"I... I'm Michelle," She answered. Even if she didn't fully trust Dennis yet, she didn't see any problem with giving him her real name. It's not like he, or anybody for that matter, would be able to use it against her. Such dangers were things of the past. Identity theft paled greatly in comparison with zombies, after all.

Michelle bit her lip in hesitation. She wanted to ask about Cherri's whereabouts yet she was afraid to hear the answer. The woman was the first and only friend she made since the zombie breakout. Though she didn't like depending on others, knowing that others were trying just as hard gave Michelle a reason to keep on striving to survive everyday. If Cherri was dead, Michelle was afraid to see how the news would affect her mentally. Though she was strong enough to last this long, Michelle wasn't the strongest person in the world. Michelle sighed. The urge to know was too strong. She'd have to take a chance.

"Do... Do you know a person named Cher..." Michelle paused. "Cherri" was only the woman's nickname. Her co workers probably knew her by her last name. "I mean Elyssia. Elyssia Floros?"