//complete jump in! No forms required! Just make up the settings, the characters, the bonds as we go! You can even establish some stuff with my own characters if that helps you jump in better! (i.e siblings, romances, old friends, bitter rivals etc.!)
The soft click and it's ready.
Index finger along the side of the frame. Knuckles on the base of the trigger guard. Natural V of the hand is along the backstrap. Thumb resting snugly in the cut of the gun.
The other side of the gun, supported by the other hand, wrapped atop the first. Lift it high, at face-level, arms extended but with an ever so slight bend. Concentrate on the front sight. One crystal blue eye looks through, calm and collected despite the screaming in his ears and the horror before him. A human...no, a creature - a beast from the dredges of hell and the human psyche. A poor, sick monster with no emotion, no pain, just a constant, never ending need to eat. This thing might've once been someone's best friend. Someone's family. Someone's child.
He swallows, ignoring the shake in his fingers as he aims the weapon on shambling, dead animal...and at last puts it out of it's misery with a loud cRACK!
Carter is quick to recover after the shock, swinging himself over the car he'd been hiding behind and sprinting for the convenience store. He's skidding to a halt inside without trouble, glad that there had been only one of the shambling creatures outside. Still, he doesn't trust the idea that the store is empty. Hands still raised, gun stick cocked, he creeps his way slowly through the store. It's a mess. Turns out zombies and desperate humans aren't so much different. He chuckles and tastes bile at the thought.
But at last, he comes to the back of the store. He looks around, before eagerly - as eager as you can be while still being cautious and slow - he moves to open the back door into the storage room. Locked.
He looks at his gun, opens the magazine, counts the bullets remaining. He sighs, clicking everything back in place. Pointing the firearm on the door's lock, he prays to whatever piece of shit god is out there, before he shoots.
He lets out a cry as, from out the darkness a slavering zombie bursts. Slamming into his chest, the thing knocks both of them to the ground. Hitting his hand against some fallen tube of whatever, Carter loses his grip on his handgun and it's thrown wild, skidding far out of reach. Terrified, his attention is on the zombie, however, as he quickly slams his fist up on the thing's chin, forcing it's jaw shut. Still, it claws and struggles, both at a stale-mate as Carter is too focused on keeping his mouth far away from his skin and the zombie too stupid to try any other angle.
