Horus had had a rough night's sleep. His dreams were filled with swarms of locusts, zombies, and screaming civilians. These visions may have troubled a lesser man, but still, a demented smile managed to creep itself across Horus' sleeping lips. He suddenly woke with a start due to the bloody murder screams from the first floor.
[color=fff79a][i]"Sh*t!"[/i][/color], He cursed, startled from the sudden calling voice. Standing up, Horus took the liberty of bolting over the many cubicles upon the second level and looking down on Brandon through the immense hole carved into the floor's face. [color=fff79a][i]"Damn it Brandon! That's not how you handle a zombie!"[/i][/color], Horus called before letting loose a full mag of bullets into the Zombies forehead, most of them [u]just[/u] missing Brandon.
A figure ran up to the disturbed Brandon, coming to his aid before to save him, but now only to evaluate his obvious condition. Yawning, Horus strode to the other side of the second floor and descended to the 1st via the broken stairs, whom's handrail had been un-installed many years before.
Coming out to the undead infested lobby, Horus shot another half a mag into the ghouls crawling through the shattered windows. [color=fff79a][i]"So, Brandon, how'd cha' sleep?"[/i][/color], Horus said much too casually, his tone referring to a time where they weren't always running for their damned lives.