Horus' mind was blank as long as the zombies kept coming in. He was twirled into a ballet of death, a dance of bullet shells and hesterical laughing. He didn't care what the others did, as long as he stood there, borrowing bullets into more rotting skulls. [color=fff79a][i]"Ahah! Yes! YES!"[/i][/color], Horus shouted, adrenaline rushing through his already abused viens. Bullets flung from his gun as long as they could, until a slight creaking was heard from above.
Horus, in his blind frenzy, shoot a barrage of bullets into the second floor without restraint, thinking a new hoard of zombies had appeared above him. [color=fff79a][i]"NOW YOU WANT IT?! AYE!"[/i][/color], Horus shouted, before the subsequent caving of the roof, and a large chunk of cement finding itself a place on the side of his skull.
Now, waking up on the cracked ground of the bank, Horus looked towards one of the only exits he could find in his dream-like state. The back door. He saw someone crawling through it, might as well follow them? Picking himself up, his legs buckeling and tremors racking his body, Horus slugged himself through the door and out of the building, only to find Brandon as his companion. [color=fff79a][i]"Aww, sh*t. You haven't died already? Sh*t"[/i][/color], Horus said, his words slurred and almost uncomprehensible. Horus' head bleed, but he was tough. He could survive 2 more of these head injuries, or atleast he thought he could. Spitting a bloody chipped tooth from his gums onto the ground, Horus sat by Brandon and asked [color=fff79a][i]"Where the hell are the others?"[/i][/color] He hadn't had a clue what had happened in the bank building.