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[center][h1][color=6ecff6][b]Jaime Bishop[/b][/color][/h1]
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Dexter ascended the stairs, covered in walker blood, and cleared Jaime's obstacle without falling into it himself. Fantastico! Jaime would have marveled at how he had gone MMA on a bunch of those undead monsters, but there was no time for admiration. They were still coming...

Jaime ran with his partner right up to the next set of stairs. He didn't skip steps like Dexter did. Instead, he opted to throw the large picture frames lining the wall down behind him as he ran, hoping to cause at least a little bit of a stumble amongst the horde when they reached that point. Once at the top, the young man grabbed a nearby shelf with a lamp and tossed it downward too. It was the crappiest barricade he'd ever made, but then again he never had to work with so little in such a hurry.

That's when Jaime noticed that only a couple of the walkers were in sight now. [color=6ecff6]"Dexter! Richard! The muerte have slowed down! We can pick them off!"[/color]

Not wanting to waste any time, Jaime grabbed his length of high tension wire hanging from his backpack and tied one end to the hand rail of the stairs. Quickly as he could he wound line after line back and forth between the two hand railings, tight, until he either ran out of wiring or the first couple walkers got too close. Once that happened, he backed off to get his distance.