[center][h1][color=7851a9]Royal Ranger[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=7851a9]“Hey! Where are you going?”[/color] Royal called out to Black Cat as his spotter abandoned his post. It was only after the words had left his lips did he feel the barrel of his rifle get pushed skyward and his eyes locked with the scaling zombie. Instinctively  Royal jumped back out of clawing distance and pulled the trigger. He watched with panicked breathing as the corpse was knocked from its perch and fell from the window. A close call to be sure, but it wouldn’t compare to what was to come.

While the immediate threat had been dealt with, the sound of his claymore mines going off below brought the sniper no comfort. His position was compromised and his only defense had already been exhausted. He had to follow Black Cat’s example and leave [i]now[/i].

Without another thought, Royal turned on the team chat. [color=7851a9]“Attention Crusaders. My position is compromised. You’ll have to go without sniper support until I can relocate. If I don’t make it out of here, I’ll see you all at the after party.”[/color] 

Switching off his mic, the Ranger scooped up the half full energy drink can he had left and chugged what remained. Sliding the empty can into his bag, he bolted down the stairs after his feline companion. Assuming he hadn’t already made it out or been mauled on his way.