[hr][center][sub][color=cecece]DAY 1[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]STEELWATER [RD-PRS][/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]After Noon[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [@Exit][/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5384460][img]https://i.imgur.com/mtl26ft.png[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]

[color=8d8e8f]Christina moved behind Emilia without so much as an ounce of hesitation, pulling a glock and a blade from her hip and following after her bloodstained shadow. Once the doors had been opened and the first few Stiggies had been dropped, Christina stepped through as well, ignoring the drifting cloud of pitch black smoke billowing from the corner and stepping up to the next infected corpse.

Its head twitched in her direction and as she closed the distance between it and herself, it lunged. Both arms swung in wide arcs with fingers out as if it meant to dig through her ribs and pull out her lungs. However, before that arc could close, she'd stepped inside it screaming something feral and drove the knife in her hand into its chest and down to the hilt. With her weight behind the strike, she too managed to shove the infected into the nearby wall. But that wasn't enough to stop it. For her effort, she was awarded an annoyed, hollow grunt in response. A coughing up of the essence of the life it had already lost. The shell of the man it once was ignored the sliver of metal cutting into its flesh and continued to flail against her. Its maw opened wide and its teeth bared down toward her neck. Christina pivoted, shuffling half a step back and pushing her elbow into the fiend in an attempt at keeping its jaw at bay while also keeping it pinned where it was.

[color=bca346]"What the fuck are you?"[/color] She whispered through clenched teeth as she stared into its hollow eyes. However, there was nothing in there to answer her back. There was no light or life. No emotions. Just a void that... [i]felt[/i] hungry. Angry. Sick. Teeth continued to snap at the air inches from her face, biting at her breath. Christina replied by shoving the barrel of her gun into its mouth and painting the wall behind it black.

[color=bca346][i]...What in the fuck is happening here?...[/i][/color]

[h1][/h1][/color][/quote][/cell][/row][/table][color=99945e][b]Summary[/b][/color][hr][color=99945e]Christina follows the others to assist in the rescue attempt and manages to route one of the Stiggies.[/color]