[center][@Slim Shady][@Heretic] [h2][i][color=0054a6]CARTER PERKINS[/color][/i][/h2][/center] [color=0054a6]”What the hell?”[/color] Carter Perkins spun around, crowbar in hand as he heard the commotion at the security room door. The door was made of hardened plexiglass, shatter resistance and blast resistant. So it wasn’t like these “walking dead” as they were could just pound it in like any other door. Still though, Carters’ nerves were far from settled. Understandably so after all. “Who’s that?” Mike called from where he sat at the control station. Carter walked towards the sealed door, gripping the bloody crowbar in both hands over his shoulder, prepared to swing. As he drew close to the door, he could see it was a man and a woman, both young and from Carter could see, alive. [color=0054a6]”Hey open the door!”[/color] he called over his shoulder [color=0054a6]”We’ve got two live ones here! Open up!”[/color] “Right!” Mike called back, tapping a button on the control panel with a slight [i]beep[/i]. Carter stepped back as the door came sliding open, stepping aside as the pair entered the control room. He turned his gaze back outside, and it was then that he saw the two undead staggering down the hall, presumably having been chasing the two newcomers. [color=0054a6]”Close it up!”[/color] he called frantically as one of the undead surged forward with a sudden burst of speed. “Shit!” Mike hissed as he pounded his palm down onto the button. With a [i]beep[/i] the door came sliding shut, though not before the lead zombie thrust its arm out, only for it to be smashed between the door and the frame. A loud whirring could be heard as the door tried to force itself shut, causing blood to spew from the zombies’ arm as it was crushed from the pressure. The door suddenly stopped whirring, then came sliding open, a safety mechanism installed to prevent mutialation. [color=0054a6]”Son-of-a-bitch!”[/color] Carter yelled as he rushed forward and swung his crowbar. The blunt metal instrument cracked across the zombies’ face, sending a spray of blood across the floor and Carters’ blue shirt. Carter viciously kicked the undead man and sent him reeling back through the doorway into his companion. Mike hit the button again and this time the door slid completely shut. Carter stepped back slowly, adrenaline surging through his body as he dropped his crowbar with a clatter. “You folks alright?” Mike asked as he stood up from his chair. He was of average build, clean shaven, and looked to be in his late twenties roughly. He was dressed in the uniform of a security guard, and at his waist hung a baton and a pistol, holstered of course. Mike and Carter both suddenly jumped as a heavy [i]thud[/i] came from the door. Three of the undead were hard pressed against the plexiglass, clawing, slapping, and punching at it. Angry snarls and weak moans came from their leering, rotted faces.