Post by Austria on May 22, 2013 5:15:49 GMT -5
((Hopefully this is okay... If not a little odd.))
It had started when one of the cooks (Austria did not care which) had been bemoaning the lack of meat. It had continued when one of the front-liners (Austria forget which) had called him useless. Some of the others had been quick to supply reasons why the lab scientists were needed; making vaccines; solving the mystery of the zombies; etc., but the words had still been said.
By nature, Austria was not an impulsive man. His head ruled his heart, if he even listened to it at all. As such, he had spent three days distracted, attempting to work out what he would need to do to prove that he was as useful as anyone else - and there were not any vaccines which needed making. In the end, he decided to 'borrow' a gun and a knife with the intention of collecting some beautifully mutated meat. Originally, he had been following a group of scouts - by following them, at least if too many zombies appeared he could shout and get help. Unfortunately, he had become somewhat distracted in his attempts to kill one of the mutated deer - the scouts were gone.
The key word in the above statement was attempt; Austria was covered from head to foot in mud and had no raw flesh to show for his efforts. He was, however, carrying firewood. The nation did not kn how long he had been away from the base, but, seeing as he had no told anyone he was leaving, he decided it was probably time to cut his loses and head back. Especially considering that night would soon approach, and zombies were much harder to avoid during such.
He started walking forwards. Austria continued in his path for short while, before twisting on his ankles an peering around himself. This was not the correct direction...
He span a little more, before walking a different way. This time he did not even recognise the pattern of trees.
Austria kept walking for periods of about five minutes at a time, before stopping as he did not recognise the place. He would turn, almost erratically, before setting off a different way.
When it started raining, he stopped. His eyes narrowed as though accusing the trees of being the source of his problem. By now all he knew about his location was that he was somewhere in the forest. The rational part of his mind told him to climb a tree, the irrational part told him to shout insistence for help. He followed the rational part, although the tree he selected was a particularly easy one to climb. He was not a squirrel, and such matters as climbing trees were, in normal circumstances, below him.
Climbing a tree was, however, preferable to being turned into a mindless zombie-creature. He climbed so that he was high enough to avoid being grabbed by all but the unusually tall creatures, tucked up his legs and wiped his glasses on his sleeve.
Once they were dry, he put them back on and settled himself to wait. He put the firewood which he had managed to drag up the tree beside him, and set about trying to remember as much as he could about zombies, biology and chemistry; it was the most useful way to spend the time he was waiting.
Time passed - exactly how long was unclear. However, the rain had worsened and Austria was soaked through. On the plus side, he was clean and uninjured. The nation had not been intending to get lost, and so was not as prepared for rain as he should have been. He shivered, but refused to allow himself to curl up to conserve heat - he had to watch for danger, not to mention the insult to his pride. It wouldn't take that much longer - somebody would notice he was missing and come find him soon enough.
...
Right?
It had started when one of the cooks (Austria did not care which) had been bemoaning the lack of meat. It had continued when one of the front-liners (Austria forget which) had called him useless. Some of the others had been quick to supply reasons why the lab scientists were needed; making vaccines; solving the mystery of the zombies; etc., but the words had still been said.
By nature, Austria was not an impulsive man. His head ruled his heart, if he even listened to it at all. As such, he had spent three days distracted, attempting to work out what he would need to do to prove that he was as useful as anyone else - and there were not any vaccines which needed making. In the end, he decided to 'borrow' a gun and a knife with the intention of collecting some beautifully mutated meat. Originally, he had been following a group of scouts - by following them, at least if too many zombies appeared he could shout and get help. Unfortunately, he had become somewhat distracted in his attempts to kill one of the mutated deer - the scouts were gone.
The key word in the above statement was attempt; Austria was covered from head to foot in mud and had no raw flesh to show for his efforts. He was, however, carrying firewood. The nation did not kn how long he had been away from the base, but, seeing as he had no told anyone he was leaving, he decided it was probably time to cut his loses and head back. Especially considering that night would soon approach, and zombies were much harder to avoid during such.
He started walking forwards. Austria continued in his path for short while, before twisting on his ankles an peering around himself. This was not the correct direction...
He span a little more, before walking a different way. This time he did not even recognise the pattern of trees.
Austria kept walking for periods of about five minutes at a time, before stopping as he did not recognise the place. He would turn, almost erratically, before setting off a different way.
When it started raining, he stopped. His eyes narrowed as though accusing the trees of being the source of his problem. By now all he knew about his location was that he was somewhere in the forest. The rational part of his mind told him to climb a tree, the irrational part told him to shout insistence for help. He followed the rational part, although the tree he selected was a particularly easy one to climb. He was not a squirrel, and such matters as climbing trees were, in normal circumstances, below him.
Climbing a tree was, however, preferable to being turned into a mindless zombie-creature. He climbed so that he was high enough to avoid being grabbed by all but the unusually tall creatures, tucked up his legs and wiped his glasses on his sleeve.
Once they were dry, he put them back on and settled himself to wait. He put the firewood which he had managed to drag up the tree beside him, and set about trying to remember as much as he could about zombies, biology and chemistry; it was the most useful way to spend the time he was waiting.
Time passed - exactly how long was unclear. However, the rain had worsened and Austria was soaked through. On the plus side, he was clean and uninjured. The nation had not been intending to get lost, and so was not as prepared for rain as he should have been. He shivered, but refused to allow himself to curl up to conserve heat - he had to watch for danger, not to mention the insult to his pride. It wouldn't take that much longer - somebody would notice he was missing and come find him soon enough.
...
Right?