Oh shit!
Casimir ran, the soles of his feet slapping the cold concrete floor, the hot summer rays, and the sound of his own ragged breath forming an almost disorienting ring.
Casimir's feet quickly came to an almost screeching halt, the sudden change in pace almost throwing him off balance
"Hey! Anyone, please!" He desperately pounds on the moss covered door, "Oh what the hell!"
Casimir takes three steps back and rams into the door with all his strength, almost going down with it.
Damn, that hurt more than I expected…
After taking a second to put his thoughts together and to scan the room, he reaches for the stairs. The sounds of the dead not too far off.
As he reaches the top of the flight his eyes catch glimpse of an open window,
"Perfect."
With one foot resting on the windowsill and his crowbar between his teeth he grips the edge of the roof and pulls his body up, his arms shaking from the exertion
Jeez, I really need to get better at this
He just barely made it onto the tiles of the roof, collapsing under the glow of the setting sun.
"Haha.." he chuckled, adrenaline coursing through him from head to toe.
Casimir takes a deep sigh of relief
Sitting up and using his arms to secure his place on the rooftop, Casimir overlooks the vast lands of dirt and rubble, spotting several colonies of the dead wandering not too far.
Well that's depressing.
Casimir reaches into the pouch attached to his side, pulling out a small bundle of wild berries held together in thin cloth.
"It looks terrible down there, I might have to camp up here for the night." He mutters to himself bringing 2 of the bright red berries to his mouth.
I'd better not get too greedy, after all it looks like he might end up staying up here for a little while.
He sat there for maybe 5 minutes, taking in the view of the sun slowly dimming when it finally hit him.
Why was it so silent?
I mean sure he could hear the grotesque groans of the dead ones maybe 30 foot away from the top of the roof but there were at least 5 that followed him inside.
"I mean, that's literally why I came up here in the first place" Casimir muttered
Could they have managed to get out on their own? It seemed extremely unlikely but maybe this was Lady Luck's way of apologising for putting him in this situation in the first place.
Hmmmmm…
He picks up the crowbar in which he set to rest at his side and reached down to lightly tap the inside of the windowsill, hard enough to be heard through the house but not to attract more from elsewhere.
Tap... Tap… Tap… Tap…
Nothing.
Wow… Casimir's face lit up with genuine bewilderment.
Those mindless idiots really found their way out, I guess it's my lucky day!
He locks his trusty crowbar back between his jaws, the metallic taste filling his mouth as he slowly lowers himself until he feels his feet comfortably reach the sill.
"Phew..", he carefully climbs back into the house, trying his best to leave noise to a minimum.
He rips the weapon from his mouth holding it like a baseball bat, setting one foot down the staircase.
Creeeeak
Casimir winced, He waited…. nothing.
He prepares to take one more step when-
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
His head turns as a sudden burst of heavy footsteps ring out from behind him—
BANG
Casimir loses his footing and falls several steps down the stairs, a searing pain radiating from his skull.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
An overwhelming dizziness followed by nausea takes control of him, the room shaking.
He attempts to regain his footing, however he falls back to his knees Everytime without fail.
The pain begins to slowly diminish, still there but dominated by the wave of adrenaline coursing through his body.
all he can see is his own blood dripping over the hard-wood floors but putting his other senses to good use, He can just about hear the sound of footsteps making their way down the staircase in which he had just fallen over the unbearable ringing.
"So you're the piece of trash that completely destroyed my door!"
The sudden outburst snapped Casimir's thoughts back into place,
A person! Who the hell could this be?
He thought to himself looking around the floor frantically for his crowbar.
His search is quickly interrupted when he comes across a pair of dirty, worn down shoes in his way…
He slowly looks up, his heart pounding.
His gaze rose past worn-out jogging bottoms, streaked with mud and dried patches of blood, past a black leather belt, cracked and torn to a torso wrapped in a soft grey hoodie beneath a tattered camo-pattern jacket.
...
"WHAT?!?!"
Casimir's eyes shoot wide open as he's met with the muddied face of a young woman looking down at him with an angry look on her face, her green-hazel eyes burning into his soul.
Her pale complexion, her long black hair rough and covering a wide portion of her face.
He found himself staring, heart slowly calming and almost forgetting how serious the situation still was
Then—
"WAIT, WHAT?!" he blurted out, scrambling backward. "W–Who are you?!"
That's when he noticed the baseball bat in her left hand, held tightly.
"…Oh shit."