Oram couldn't believe it. Just like that, He and the rest of the Hound Dogs were taken out. Dispatched leaving only Alec. It was humiliating. Frustrating! He was fucking pissed! But he couldn't do anything. Was he going to die? Just like that?! He growled, but soon felt his body moving. It wasn't him. Fuck! Something was moving him. He couldn't speak.
He felt himself submerge. There was water all around him. But... "Dammit all!" His voice finally came, but it was distorted and muffled by the water encasing him. He began to move in the direction he believed to be upwards. A loud gasp could be heard as he emerged, clawing his way out of the Lazarus Pit. His gaze shifted from side to side as he looked for the culprit before his eyes fell on what appeared to be a zombie. "What kind of shit is this?" He scoffed, laughing to himself bit. He wasn't taking this lightly. No. He was just angry.
"Alright, ya damn bastard. You wanna go at it?" He cracked his knuckles and rolled his head around his shoulders taking great pleasure in the sound of the cracking. He was loosening up his body. "I've been taking on pieces of crap the old man has been throwing out me with the rest of those fucks for way too long. So I'm glad to blow off some steam with a real enemy. Something that I can actually take pleasure in beating to a pulp." He laughed. "It's just to bad you're a heap of garbage just like them. Another lump of flesh." He gave a small grin, almost sadistic in nature.
And just like that he was charging at the zombie man, his speed much greater than what it used to be. The zombie guy wouldn't know it of course. He had no real specs of Oram's former abilities. But he could feel it. The stupid training was actually paying off as much as he hated to admit it.
