Abel O'Connell

“Pleasure to meet you Jason.” Abel chuckled, somewhat deliriously, sitting up from his laid down position. “I fired three rounds, so I should have thirteen left. With how rotted these things are we could probably get lucky and kill more than one with a single round at the right angle. I don't like the idea of betting my life against my luck though, and even if half the bullets in my magazine killed more than one we'd still be left with more than we could handle. This is a certified shit situation.”

He got up onto his feet, bending his knees slightly in what was an obvious balancing stance and looking around at the surroundings. There were plenty of buildings to run into, but no way to make it to them with so many Gob's around.

“I've never seen this many of them, and on the way here I saw half a dozen more groups all shuffling together, probably heading this way. Was it the gunshot that attracted them? They hunt by sound?”