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One by one, they had hopped over the gate. Most had followed Leeroy's example. The Belgian woman had managed to follow Leeroy's example a little [i]too[/i] closely, rolling her ankle as she landed. Her scream, unfortunate as the situation was, made Leeroy upset. She didn't intend to fuck up her ankle and yelp in pain, but Leeroy wished that she could have at least a shred of self-preservation and kept her mouth shut. The infected legion, of course, responded swiftly and without prejudice. Crawling out of the woodwork, they seemed to begin to pour out of every orifice the street had to offer.

[color=#7893bf][b]"Motherfucker..."[/b][/color] Leeroy whispered to himself, his grip on his weapon tightening.

With the dead filling the streets, Leeroy became worried. He had never dealt with this before - after all, he always played it safe when he was alone. Maybe this group stuff wasn't what it was cut out to be. Too many liabilities, too many ways to fail. Leeroy liked the simple life - scavenge for food and live to the next day. But, this wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts. After all, there was a horde of walkers waiting to devour every little bit of flesh still stuck to their bones. And Leeroy liked his flesh still properly attached to his bones.

He decided to look at their fearless leader. Rather, their fearless leader that was already smashing skulls with her bat. [i]Like a bat outta hell,[/i] Leeroy thought. His sense of humor, despite only being seconds away from his possible death, still hadn't depleted.

[color=FF9145][b]"There, the manhole!"[/b][/color] Hiroko had exclaimed.

Leeroy saw the manhole. An escape via sewers wasn't in his day-plan, but he would rather smell shit than be gobbled up by some dead things. 


[color=#7893bf][b]"Move! Fucking move!"[/b][/color] Leeroy yelled at Hiroko. This was no time for games. He wanted the fuck out. His sense of self-preservation was stomping out his sense of humor. Quickly charging towards Hiroko, he jammed his bar into one of the holes. With a twist and a shove, the bar was wedged deep into the hole. Using all of his weight, Leeroy pushed onto the bar, bending it as for it to become jammed inside of the hole. Using all of the strength he could muster, Leeroy pulled the manhole cover off and embraced for the worst.

He lucked out. It wasn't a sewer - it was simply an ordinary storm drain. And thankfully, there was a ladder down. 

[color=#7893bf][b]"Everyone fucking in!"[/b][/color] Leeroy commanded to the others. He didn't want to jump in first - after all, it was pitch black down there. Who knew what would be down there? Walkers? Cannibals? Angry Survivors? [i]Clowns?[/i] Leeroy didn't like the sound of any of those. He readied one of his janky knives. For the time being, his bar would be out of commission.