[color=92278f] [h2] [centre] Lucas Stromberg [/centre] [/h2]
[h3] [centre] Currently feeling content and ready for some fun. [/centre] [/h3][/color]

  The alley was small and tight, at one end was a tall fence at the other was a gate that looked nearly 8 feet high. Thick bars with four large hinges bolted into the brick buildings, and only a few doors leading into the cramped space. The French woman had already clambered through to the alley, her movements suggested military or police training, [i]“watch her she will turn the others against you.” [/i]A strange voice echoed in his head, [color=92278f]“they are already against me”[/color] he spoke aloud gripping his ax and synching up the straps on his pack while he waited.

  The rest of the group followed suit, one at a time getting their things and getting out of the building and past the tall man. He stayed there waiting for them, looking past those that came through the broken door, it was a bottleneck. Right where he stood he could take down quite a few of the risen that followed and that was exactly his plan, let the others see that he was useful. After all, even if this group doesn’t exactly like him doesn’t mean that his chances of survival are greater with them. The only reason why they stayed honestly.

  His attention was pulled from the door way for a moment as the Japanese girl spoke up, something about calling him death and asking for him to help the others over, [color=92278f]“a little busy right now love”[/color] he spoke with a mock British accent. He found that sometimes it helped to lighten the mood, although he was almost certain that it would go unappreciated by this lot. He was telling the truth though, right behind the last person out that didn’t freeze and try to hide from the dead left the building. This gave him the opportunity to cut down the two risen that had followed them out.

  He found it a bit odd at how others reacted to the skill and precision with how he swung his ax, after all it was heavy and unwieldy in the hands of the untrained. The ax itself was built for forced entry through doors, walls, and roofs. If used correctly it could also be used for leverage breaking locks and chains. He had noticed the chain on the gate but if he had broken it, the dead behind them would not stop their slow march toward them.

  He held his own for some time, giving the others time to get over the fence with a smile on his face. With a laugh and a swing he finished off the last one he could, with more piling in to the building and flowing toward him. He couldn’t do this forever, and with the last girl making her way over the fence, Lucas finally decided it was enough and made a break for the fence. The other larger man with the jewelry spoke up saying something about how they were all pussy's for being unable to catch their fall. [color=92278f]“Don’t worry King Arthur for I am a paramedic and can help those who become injured, I shall be your white mage”[/color] another strange reference from the strange man, yet it would seem he liked to come up with nicknames for the others in the group.

  The girl that he couldn’t understand was still at the top of the fence when he got to it, she seemed unsure or unwilling to get off the fence and onto the other side. Lucas couldn’t wait and instead used his ax to help pull himself up and over the fence, the swarm was closing in and soon there would be no way out for any of them. The tall Norwegian’s focus was shifted momentarily from the fence to the others on the other side, the street was crowded, but they found something, a manhole cover or storm drain. A city like this would likely have well-built and maintained canals seeing as how this place was built on a swamp or at least from what he could remember anyway, or was that Amsterdam.

  The momentary lapse in concentration made him forget about the other girl on the fence, she fell at a bad angle from him shaking the gate, [color=92278f]“awesome another patient, let’s hope you last longer than the other guy.”[/color] She seemed reluctant and tried to cling to the other guy that was trying to help her up. [color=92278f]“I won’t hear any if, ands, or buts young lady, now let’s get you out of here.”[/color] Even with the dire situation they found themselves in and the constant yelling and fighting, Lucas couldn’t help but smile and laugh, [color=92278f]“ahh, now this is what I live for.”[/color] He forcefully pulled the girl up and put her arm over one shoulder while bending down to put his other shoulder towards her hip and lifted her over his shoulder.

  With an ax in one hand and an injured survivor over his shoulders he moved quickly toward the manhole, taking advantage of the opening in the crowd the others created. He didn’t waste much time setting the girl down next to the hole and pushing her down feet first, one would think it cruel, but he knew he didn’t have the luxury of empathy at the moment. The girl screamed and landed with a splash, still screaming Lucas didn’t waste any time and quickly made his way down the hole as well.

  Knee deep water had cushioned the woman’s fall enough to prevent further injury, but she was still screaming, [color=92278f]“don’t worry you won’t drown”[/color] he spoke as he looked around and into the dark tunnels, [i]"you could always hold her under. It would be quick and the others would never know"[/i] the voice was toying with him now,[color=92278f] "quiet you." [/color]He allowed his night vision to kick in while peering down the tunnels, sounds of rushing water and seldom drops hitting the water below was all he could hear, other than the screaming of the girl and the others top side. [color=92278f]“Clear”[/color] he called out while starting to pick the now sobbing girl up and over his shoulder again in the classic fireman’s carry.