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[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Sprinter's not dead. Sorry, should've made that more clear.

Edited by Darkskul, 13 June 2007 - 12:25 AM.

[southsidediablo]

OOC: Never said he was dead, just that i pushed him off.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman tried to push the sprinter's head away, but it's teeth sunk into the sole of it's foot. He felt the pressure build on his foot as the teeth tore through the rubber. He yanked back hard with his foot...and with a tear the pressure stopped. The bottom of his shoe tore off, and Darkman tumbled backwards, the back of his head landing on the breasts of a shambler. Darkman stabbed upwards and drove the point through the bottom of the infected's mouth, piercing it's brain. The sprinter swallowed the part of his shoe and lunged at Darkman again, whose arm was sticking straight up, leaving him completely exposed.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

For Gary, time froze in that instant. As he gradually drifted through the air towards Darkman, he could see his arm curling so very slowly. He saw the sprinter, poised mid-leap, it's foul jaws lengthily opening. Everything so slowly...
He wondered if his wild leap would bring him forward in time to save Darkman from an untimely death, as Darkman had saved him. He hoped so. But when everything moved this slowly, how could he possibly fail to get in the way? How could anyone?
Suddenly time resumed it's normal pace, throwing Gary headlong into the slavering creature. The amorphous mass of tumbling Gary-sprinter crashed into the horde, cleaving a path through it like a snowplough in winter. Gary and the creature scrabbled at each other, neither one capable of broaching the other's defences. They stopped rolling, and Gary's superior weight found him on top. He wrapped his hands around the creature's neck and squeezed. Crushed it like there was no tomorrow, like he had crushed his baseball in his hands the day his father had died, like he had crushed the insects under the bed of his lonely prison cell.

The sprinter's rotting flesh and brittle bones easily gave way to Gary's Death Grip, it's head popping off almost eagerly. Gary smiled a mirthless, bloodied smile, and looked up to see the momentarily suprised horde once again closing in on him.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: I'm waiting for SSD to post...

[southsidediablo]

OCC: Should have told me earlier!

John made his way to the warehouse door. "Come on! Let's go!" He started to knife the undead that came near him to try to keep the door clear while he waited for the rest.

[Cheshire Fox]

With a low, rumbling yell, Darkman charged past Gary and delivered the knuckles into the face of the first shambler he encountered, smashing it to the ground. Finishing infected with a skull - crushing stomp, he stabbed through a temple to his right, while pulling the Jericho out of his back pocket and cracking another shambler over the head with the handle.

OOC: We need a deus ex machina. Oh yeah, whatever happened to the community project? Was there just a collective agreement: this is not happening? Or did people just stop posting?

Edited by Darkskul, 20 June 2007 - 01:07 AM.

[d35tr0y3r]

The last shell from the Kar98 fell to the floor and rang like a bell.


Uh-oh, now I only have my anaconda. Dammit all to hell. Well I might as well see if this snake will bite.

Stenton walked down the stairs a few steps to get a better shot with the revolver. He looked down the notches and fired. The kickback jerked his hand in an awkward motion and he lost his balance. Soon he started slipping down the stairs towards the rotting hands clawing below him.

[southsidediablo]

"DARKMAN! GUESS WHAT I HAVE!" John yelled as he pulled the flare gun from his pocket. He had completly forgoten about till now. "SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FUCKIN FRIEND!" John pulled the trigger into the horde behind Darkman and Gary.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman glanced upwards for a second at the bright rocket blazing over his head, then threw himself to the ground. Seconds later, a wall of flesh and blood rained down on the two. Finding a second wind, Darkman threw himself at the line between him and Doe, crushing the first head he found between the brass knuckles and the pistol grip. He pushed forwards in an adrenaline powered frenzy until finally breaking through to John's position.

"Thanks, man. Needed that one." Darkman gave him a crooked smile.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Oh, so now they're exploding on me as well?! I can't believe this!" Gary carved a frustrated path towards John and Darkman, who didn't seem able to keep up with him. Or maybe he was behind them. It was hard to tell in this noisy, bloody and now fiery mass. Fucking dead guys. Fucking flare guns. Fucking not-having-any-bullets-left-for-this-beautiful-revolver-I-have-here.
'What a mess', he thought.

OOC: I wouldn't be suprised if nobody posts for a long while after this, but if you wanna put in some random fight posts or whatever feel free. Darkman and I have yet to come up with a plot and now he's gone, sooo.... yeah, when he get's back.

[southsidediablo]

OOC: Your behind us. We're at the door.

"Hurry up damn't!" John kicked down the door and jumped in, restarting his slashing frenzy.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

OOC: Yeah, I did know, just wanted to put in a little ambience. Although, now that you mention it, what are we at the door to?

[southsidediablo]

OOC: It's to the warehouse where the sniper is.