Post by Junkrat on Nov 18, 2016 4:30:22 GMT
It had been a dangerous game of tag for almost three hours, but he finally had enough of the dumb fucking things lured inside to make this worth it. He had a grand total of fifty zombies crammed into this house, a record, and definitely not the first adventure into this method of zombie slaying going by the several houses on the block that appeared to be either burned to the ground, or blown to smithereens by homemade explosives.
Today he wanted to watch them burn, because even if they were mindless, they still screamed, or gurgled in distress, and it was a satisfying sound. He'd looted the house of anything useful by now of course, already packed safely away in his makeshift fallout shelter, it was really a large storm cellar, but it had so far proven to be the perfect hideout, so he was content to call it home.
He snickered in a slightly unhinged way as he went around the outside of the house, checking every window but one in the front was shut tight, when he was content that the place was sealed, he returned to the front where he had a few Molotov cocktails lined up to chuck into the window. He picked one up with a wide grin and eagerly lit the cloth before letting it sail into the window, being quick to unleash the other two before quickly shutting the last exit. He's used some spare gasoline to assure that the house would blaze good, standing back with a wide, wild grin as he admired his work.
Today he wanted to watch them burn, because even if they were mindless, they still screamed, or gurgled in distress, and it was a satisfying sound. He'd looted the house of anything useful by now of course, already packed safely away in his makeshift fallout shelter, it was really a large storm cellar, but it had so far proven to be the perfect hideout, so he was content to call it home.
He snickered in a slightly unhinged way as he went around the outside of the house, checking every window but one in the front was shut tight, when he was content that the place was sealed, he returned to the front where he had a few Molotov cocktails lined up to chuck into the window. He picked one up with a wide grin and eagerly lit the cloth before letting it sail into the window, being quick to unleash the other two before quickly shutting the last exit. He's used some spare gasoline to assure that the house would blaze good, standing back with a wide, wild grin as he admired his work.
