Long Way Down

[Myalech]

Daniel Knight & More Shufflers


Daniel heard someone shouting for attention not to far away, maybe a floor away at most. Personally he liked the use of the term "undead scumbag". It reminded him somewhat of life before the Dust virus. The two figures down the corridor had long gone, and, because of his desperate search for Haven, Daniel decided it was time to go.

He pretty much jogged down the stairs to the ground floor, where much to his surprise, he found a group of shufflers headbutting each other. It seemed that they were too dumb to move around each other. They didn't seem to notice him, so he quietly prepared his crossbow. He took careful aim from behind some rubble, locking a bolt into place and aiming for the skull of the closest shuffler.

"Sayonara..." He whispered, letting the bolt fly from the bow and pierce the skull of the beast and, as an added bonus, the one behind it too. However, this drew the attention of the remaining handful of shufflers, two of which began to approach, the other three managed to trip over the dead pair. Daniel strapped the crossbow to his back with haste, grabbing the crowbar and darting behind the rubble.

One shuffler reached round the collapsed brickwork, only to get its hand broken by Daniel's crowbar. The other moved into sight, but he delivered several swift, sharp blows to the chest with the piece of metal, bringing the infected down to the ground. Reaching into his pocket, he drew a knife and threw it at the other, stabbing deep into its throat. He quickly finished off the grounded one with a strong downward blow, following with a sweeping kick to bring the other down. A final smash broke through the skull, killing it outright.

Removing the knife, Daniel turned to the other three... four... five... six!

"I guess... there's no chance of us resolving this with a gentlemanly chat is there?"

[Ekurian]

Lesley

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Freezing as she heard someone alive shouting, Lesley turned to Yoshi, "Better go see what all the fuss is about, eh?"

She grinned, jogging to the stairs to make her way down to the floor below- the fourth floor.

As she made her way down, Lesley swung her shovel left and right, using the flat sides to crunch the skulls of two Shufflers that were trying to get up the stairs. Their heads shattered like ceramic jars full of pudding. There were very few zombies on the stairs; all of them had heard the shout and had begun to congregate upon that area. It'd be hell to fight through.

Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, she thought with a smirk.

[Azerate]

Zombies of the 4th Floor (50/50)

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The shout was human. The shout was loud, and even better, it was nearby. Thirty zombies from the west and twenty more from the east heard this shout and was prepared to fight for the bloodbag, come human or brother. Legless zombies dragged themselves by ragged fingernails from their dark corners. Spitters shuffled with their shuffling brothers, frothing from the mouth from starvation and excitement. Some were trapped behind doors, and immediately began clawing and spitting to get through. Shufflers themselves had already extended their arms to the fullest extent, anxious for the feeling of blood beneath flesh, pumping healthy and thoroughly through the circulatory system of a real live human. Royce had confirmed his fate to be death, and perhaps condemned the other humans to death as well. Either way, the zombie horde of the fourth floor was surging forward, and the first wave finally reached Royce, standing alone in his hallway. They gasped and shivered, jaws literally on the floor in anticipation. They moved forward, a group of five in front, arms extended and eyes popping from sockets.

((As admin note: This thread needs some serious spice. So here's 50 zombies, kill them how you see fit.

When killing them, please specify what you've killed and how many so I can adjust my insurgency posts accordingly. Please do so in either ((OOC brackets)) or descriptively within your own post. Thank you, and have fun.))

[Abel]

(pardon me for not putting the link to my profile, I currently can't remember how)

Royce Mason

Seeing the mobs appear in the halls, the only thought that crosses his mind is 'Bite me", and it was literally going to happen. Quickly grabbing his rope and looping a laso on the end and tying it off nice and tight, he adjust his gaze down the one hall empty from the mob. Bumping the desk he realizes it's not bolted down. Pressing his should into it he begins pushing it forward into the hall to block it off and give himself a minute or so. Snapping around on his heels he begins running down the empty hall and turning the corner. Finding the stairs he used to come up her runs it and tightens the laso around the door-nob and ties it off on the railing of the stairs. Taking a moment to breath he hears movement above him on the stairs and freezes, a bead of sweat rolling down his right temple. Kneeling he pulls his knife from his ankle holster, gripping it tightly for whatever is coming his way. Suddenly he hears the clawing and smacking of nails and hands on the door he tied shut. Sighing with some relief that the rope was holding the door closed. Trying to listen over the moans and gasps of the dead scumbags on the other side of the door her cuts the rope where it is tied off to salvage the rest, bundling it up he took a guess of about seventeen or eighteen feet of rope was left. Looping it over his body he watches the stairs leading up and waits for the noise to come closer or disappear so he could move to find another way out.