[hider=Jurisdiction (post 2)] [center] The alleyway gave little light from the vast canyons of old civilizations. A slither stroked down one side with the direction of torn off wallpaper, leaving a diagonal stripe towards the end and darkness at the rest. A darkness that a vague pair of ears and snout had started to emerge; and a hand holding a gun nose up to the sky. The world beyond was filled with moaning and the distinct sound of clutter and crap being carried across the floor by uncaring feet and mindlessly misdirection. No activity dispelled the illusion of a ghost town. Windows had the unmistakable glaze of dullness in the form of dust and the disgrace of desolation dressed the town, even on high or low with stains of time, garbage and the occasional blood that seeped from nowhere and disappeared just as quickly the neutral, red bricks of the smaller stores. The shadow grew with each step, slowly reaching full 8 feet before a single man poked his nose out. Spotting the fleeing of crowds unmistakably dead. If the smell of feces left fermented in trousers gave hope that an over crowded short bus had crashed somewhere, then the mindless groans and scrambling dashed that possibility. [i]"Typical..."[/i] Fin said it with a roll of his eyes. He put his handgun back into his holsters as his brow furrowed at the problem before him. Looking around a bit before skirting off in a swift roll that even left the dust of his clothes behind in confusion as he laded behind a nearby car in a crouch. All the dead were heading one way and most, it seems. Had gone. He flexed his feet to make dash towards a ladder grinning at him in the opposite alleyway. It's a long climb leading to the top of a flat. Taking a breath before he counted down. 1... 2.... 3- Suddenly. Screams, screams for help hitting his ears like radar dishes. Ringing in his brain like a telephone rattling its receiver. At first he tenses up, his muscle contracting all over as if he was just caught by a bear. Then, sits there. His eyes staring forth. Then towards the corner in which the call came from. A game of leap frog takes place on issue to issue before something gnaws. Something chewing on him worse than any pair of teeth. Shaking his head as he says defiantly [i]"No. I can't take the chance..."[/i] He runs towards the ladder, tackling it with a wobble that squeaks in joy of having a function again. Clambering to the top of the six story tall apartment building that over looked the intersection of roads below him and afar. The city a sea of tomb stones the dead had grown restless of. Hundreds huddled around one road, stragglers still coming by. It was like watching mold mutate and mature as the slabs of green pile dived on one place.[i] "HEY!"[/i] he called out, looking down below. His eyes wide, his ears perked up and his face stretched out as if to disperse his horror as he witness where the call was coming from. He retrieved his hand gun without hesitation and let of a single shot at an undead. The distance left out the details, but the fact it twirled a little as sludge slogged out of a its bald head said enough. The crowd, turning to him and wandering forth. The retreat left nothing but a pavement. He looked harder for any sign of life, even getting on the ledge as if it would somehow reveal a corpse at least but all his saw was a now agonized audience moving towards his location. He drew a sharp breath as he stepped down, inspecting the ground at his feet as if were to give him answers. Frowning one second and losing it another [i]"I hope this was a trap..."[/i] he says with resignation as he looked down as the immobile dead before him trying to scatter up the walls with no success. For a brief second, he was sure he saw something dark in the mass, its shape was none existent. Looking more like a ink blot by god in a momentary animation mistake before it vanished in the moaning mass. [i]"Hey!...It's either be eaten by the dead...or fight me...come on..."[/i] he shouted out into the distance. Unafraid of the zombies being reinforced even more. [i]"I'd rather not die by digestion..."[/i] he left off on a point to the mysterious opponent in the wilds. [/center] [/hider]