Reasons to Defend || Cian & Thomas
It was about damn time for him to open his Christmas present for himself. He’d had the medium-sized briefcase stowed away under the back seat of his car for far too long, almost six months now. He hadn’t even torn off the lock on it yet. It was with all the excitement of a child on their birthday that Thomas walked out to his car after he had eaten, maintaining a calm facade even as his inner five-year-old jumped up and down enthusiastically.
With a press of his thumb into the keychain, the car unlocked. His anxiousness escalated as he maneuvered the silver container out from under the seat to place atop the folded seat. He rubbed his hands together before breaking apart the lock with glowing red fingers. He was much more delicate with the clasps, flipping them carefully before he opened the lid. What he found inside was not what he had been expecting. Three sleek black throwing knives were inside, along with four military daggers and a small pistol. Upon further inspection, he discovered that the briefcase had two trays and the bottom one revealed a collection of hunting knives he had no idea how to use. Fishing was his manly sport, not hunting. He decided to see if Tessa knew what they were and so he closed the case and hauled it out of his car.
As soon as he closed the door, he was met with a large group of people moving down the road, apparently moving directly toward the Home Depot. But they were not people. Humans didn’t move with the kind of careless shuffling. His eyes narrowed as he tried to confirm what he thought he was seeing, but they quickly widened as he assimilated the sheer size of the horde. Thomas considered joggin back insidr to warn the group, but the attack would be upon them in minutes, and he had no time to waste. It had been a while sincr he'd held his rifle, but the familiar weight was easy to carry and he cquickly became reaccustomed to it. He climbed onto the roof of his car, shooting the zombies as they came closer.
