Confidence surged through Finnegan as the first of the undead met it's end-- his adrenal response flipping on it's head the instant his feet were back beneath him.
The ceaseless pounding of his own heartbeat smothered screaming pain of his missing finger to little as the Apostle bared his teeth-- and try as she might; Atzi's words would fail to find purchase before Finnegan would lunge toward the nearest Zombie in a tunnel-visioned fury!
Decaying chunks of skull and brain splattered across Finn's face and tabard as three consecutive blows caved the temple of the second Zombie. As the second fell, Finnegan reeled to face the third-- only to find it suddenly restrained by an incredibly muscular Woman.
For a moment, his frantic breathing began to slow.
"Ahhh.... hah... Thanks for the help..."
Finnegan nodded gratefully to the newcomer as he bent over to retrieve his knife, "We... haah... Shouldn't stay here too long... Dont know where we are... But if theres undead... I'll bet there's a N-"
The color drained from Finn's face as the words caught in his throat, his eyes locked on the woman who had been behind him from the beginning.
Unnaturally pale skin contrasted against the dark fabrics of a gothic dress.
Glistening, inhuman fangs and predatory orange eyes adorned a sinister grin.
"Ah- A N-N-Nec-"
Finnegan's eyes darted between the two Women rapidly as conspiracies flooded through his head.
Were these two working together?
Why the hell was he here?
What kind of profane ritual did they need to keep him alive for?
The young Aposle swallowed dryly, nearly tripping himself over the table he'd laid upon only minutes ago; but managing to keep his balance. For a moment he stood still, nearly frozen in trepidation-- before launching himself over the table and making a mad dash for the door!