He'd been one of the first and the last to know what was going on in the city. He'd been leaving the hospital after a check up moments before it
exploded, just barely getting away from it. He'd literally just started turning a corner away from the large building when it went up, and by the
time the projectiles and rubble made it to where he'd been standing his feet had taken him to safety. He'd been a bit shaken up from that, gone home
and calmed himself down with a beer or two. He woke up on the couch the next day hearing about some minor flu which he ignored; people always had the
flu.
It was almost a good thing David was on suspension though; the last place he'd wanted to be was working in the mood he was in; for some reason he
felt grouchier than usually. He was usually pretty rough to people who didn't know him, it took a bit more to see past his often gruff exterior to
realise he wasn't usually being actively a dick, it was just how he came across. When he was in a bad mood though, then he was most assuredly not the
best person to approach. So going to a pub was out of the question; the noise and stress wasn't something he cared to bother with right then.
If he had gone to the pub, he would have found it mostly empty, with only a few worried, suspicious occupants.
He couldn't help but feel like something was wrong though; there was a tension in the air, something that made it seem like a very bad idea to relax
as he was walking down the street. When he got home, he felt like he shouldn't relax there either, like he ought to be packing, in a frenzy of
motion. He squashed the strange feelings and settled himself once more on the couch in front on the tv. When he turned it on, it was then that he
learned about the quarantine in the part of London below him. He wasn't all that far from the border, actually. Something had clearly happened, and
that it had been contained so nearby was rather a shock.
With things suddenly making a bit more sense, and with little faith in other people to keep the quarantine secure, he too started preparing to leave.
He didn't know what the problem was, what he was running from, he knew to be wary of anyone with cold symptoms, just be wary of anyone really. People
had already started fleeing from their homes, and soon people would start to riot or loot, depending on how many people were in one place. He decided
to risk staying for longer. He didn't want to rush out and be crushed or bothered by hundreds of other people doing the same. An ex-cop from
Scotland, he had his gun (and many spares and other guns... he lived in London, after all) and he strapped that to his belt once again.
David had a 4x4 parked around the back of his house in the shared forecourt of several other small houses. Not the best area but by far not the worst.
It took a few moments to shoot out and back it up into his back yard; not like he'd ever cared for it till now anyway so he was hardly going to care
about driving over the lot of it. There was some evidence of attempted theft on it, a few scratches on key points, and he grinned slightly in the dark
at that thought. He'd gotten the sturdiest car he could afford at the time, chucked it full of security, and never had a problem. Some people thought
it was weird, but he'd just responded with "This is /London/ and it saved my car."
He was going to go prepared though. It soon got to the point of the tv station showing reruns of the news reports, but he generally left it on anyway,
just to fill the silence or cover the occasional sound outside. Most people had left by now; he was still preparing. He tried to figure out where
would be the safest place; surely leaving the island would be best, but so many other people would have tried that and it was most probably not safe.
If he were honest he hadn't come up with a solution to that yet, other than to keep his eyes open for a potential safe place to stay. He knew he
couldn't stay in London much longer though; he'd watched enough horror movies to know that there could be any sort of missile heading his way to
erase the problem.
His vehicle was already mostly full. Food, supplies of all kinds, ammunition- it helped to have been a cop in this city, since it meant he knew where
/everything/ good was. He'd even gotten his hands on a brand new lock pick he'd wanted for a good few months but not had the money to buy. He
didn't think much about the other people in the city; he had few friends and even less acquiantences, and most of them had probably already left. The
phonelines had been quick to fall and he wasn't ready to leave yet, so he couldn't stop by and check without leaving his escape unprotected for
longer than he was comfortable with.
By now he was just about the only person on the street. A few houses had movement inside them, occasionally there was something in a shadow, but he
hurried away from them before anything could happen. He was on to the last of his preparations now, nearly ready. The car was stuffed full of anything
he could think of that he might need, including the majority of his home, and backpacks in case they had to ditch the car. He was returning home from
the local health store with a load of vitamins and the like when he spotted another person on the street. It wasn't that which really got his
attention though, it was the shadow not 3 feet away from the guy.
He'd avoided any sign of the whatever it was virus thing till now. If he saw a shape on the floor, or moving in an unnatural way, he took another
route. No need to cause trouble just yet. But he'd never come across someone else about to be attacked by them anyway. He pulled his gun with his
free hand, glad at least that his aim had always been pretty good as long as he was stationary, and took one shot. The horrible, rattling groan caught
in the creature's throat, the sound quite wet since the bullet had pierced just above the sternum. "That's the first time I've had to do that."
He remarked, reholstering his weapon and moving over to see if it= apparently a woman wearing a thin off pink shirt and leg warmers, was dead.
"See you're alive then, that's good." He checked that Brenton was in fact all in one piece, still holding a basket filled with health foods and
supplements. "Good timing though, I was just about to leave, myself."
((Couldn't be assed to come up with a new name to fit him, so DT it is... xD ))
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