[color=92278f] [h2] [centre] Lucas Stromberg [/centre] [/h2] [h3] [centre] Currently feeling content and ready for some fun. [/centre] [/h3][/color] It was still daylight while he slept, the strange man that joined this rag tag group a few days prior. He just so happened to be enjoying his favorite pastime of killing the risen when a few people thought he was in trouble and came to help, telling him to join them in their humble abode. They were glad to know he had medical skills but began to distance themselves when they noticed the things that made this man off. Multiple personalities, talking to himself, hearing voices, and the ever so subtle modified straight jacket he wore under his trench coat didn’t seem to ease these people. But Lucas didn’t give a dam, he figured that it would be fun to stay with people again until it got boring. But it would seem that this place would not settle for being boring, although he never really talked to anyone or get to know them. This strange man wouldn’t settle for sleeping on the floor or under desks like the others instead he stacked a few chairs on a table and made a bed in the false ceiling, finding a reinforced area near a wall to sleep on. It was small but out of the way of the others, he could also keep his things up there while not worrying about anyone going through his stuff. Then it came with a scream, the beautiful sound of chaos and despair. Lucas woke with a start he was already gathering his gear when they burst through the door. He could hear yelling and shouts of trouble, his heart felt like it was going to leap from his chest as his adrenalin spiked but all he did was smile when he dropped from the ceiling and onto the table and strapped his gear onto him. Lucas didn’t seem to care or hide how disturbing it was with what he sung for all to hear, [color=92278f]“Despair, you come to me, with your poison and your misery. Oh death, you come to sting with your poison and your misery”[/color] breaking glass and moans from the undead outside seemed to drown the man out as he leaped from the table making his way towards the door. His voice was louder now, the dead were coming, and they would make it in eventually. [color=92278f]“Death surrounds me, singing to me softly. Let the shadow spreads his wings, around me. In the night, close your eyes, for it means to come in. In the night, close your eyes, I'll be here to call. I can feel the shadow creeping in my mind. Don't close your eyes!”[/color] making his way to the few survivors that surrounded the wounded man and seemed to be starring on in shock, he decided to take the initiative. [color=92278f]“Quick!” [/color]he shouted at them pointing to a desk against the wall, [color=92278f]“move that to the door it will give us time!”[/color] short and simple, something easy to get those just standing around to do something. Even through the language barrier they seemed to understand, he waited for them to move off before kneeling down to the sweating and crying man who was lying in a pool of his own blood. At first glance he knew, he knew this man in his current form was not long for this world, and he would soon join the others that were clawing their way inside. So he would wait, wait for the others to look away or gather their things. Slowly while kneeling next to the man cradling his head in his arms he whispered while taking Enrique’s green butterfly knife from his hand, [color=92278f]“Shh Shh, everything’s going to be okay and you will be free of this pain.” [/color]Lucas gripped the knife in one of his hands as he kept talking. [color=92278f]“I am the Ángel de la muerte”[/color] this seemed to stop the man’s whimpering for only a moment as if understanding what was happening. The swift small movement of his hands ended that moment and with it Enrique’s life as Lucas pulled the knife from the base of the other man’s skull. He knew what that phrase in Spanish was, angel of death, one of his friends at the ward would occasionally call him that when he had one of his episodes. He also understood where he needed to strike someone in order for them to stay down, one of the first things he did was experiment in both the killings of the dead and living he needed to see and understand how it all worked. Feeling like Enrique wasn’t coming back he stood and smiled as he looked to the others, [color=92278f]“Well it’s another day in this beautifully chaotic world, now then in case you all still need direction.”[/color] He paused for a moment and looked to all of them, [color=92278f]“I kindly suggest you all get your shit and get out! Enrique here has made a noble sacrifice and will stay behind to slow down the risen that will get through.”[/color] With a laugh and a smile the insane man picked up his ax strapped on his fire helmet and walked out the side door towards the planned escape route.