[center][i]KA-BOOM[/i][/center]

Bits of brain, skull, and torso coat the wall as Lug uses his last big shoota round, the bullet exploding inside the body when it entered. With a grunt Lug threw the now useless hunk of metal like a javelin and stuck it into another [i]thing[/i]. Unlike the other one, this one didn't die. Instead the pointy end of the big shoota lodged itself deeply into the things chest and it kept moving like nothing happened. Grumbling, Lug kicked the bastard away before moving out and away. Leaving behind a mess of exploded torsos, mutilated limbs, and a lot of bullet casings. 

Running through the streets, Lug made his way to his work shop while punting and whacking any weirdos that came up to him. One of them even bounced on a wall, exploding in the process. That gave him a laugh. However he soon saw a sight that gave him pause, a large group of them were charging towards some poor sod. Tore the bastard to pieces, gruesome. Realizing that, for now at least, being on the ground was a death trap. Lumbering up one of the fire escapes, Lug was surprised to see two...Females? on the roof. It was hard to tell with these rendered races. But that would wait as the wyrdies started to shamble up the fire escape as well. 

Taking his trusty Mek Wrench in hand, Lug brought it down on the supports. With a strong kick the escape collapsed on its own weight as it crushed the wyrdies on its way down. With time to spare, Lug pulled out a worn cigar case and used his ark tool to light it. Taking in a deep drag Lug turned to his new acquaintances Lug said, "Oi, names Lug. You lot don't know how all dis started do ya?"