Dog was content to wait for a bit. The smell was unbearable, no one liked him, and he actually doubted that the zombies were going to go after the big clown. That just made sense, didn't it? There was no real point in going out there when the big guy was perfectly safe.
That's when the elevator tipped itself forward and almost spat his and the blob girl out onto the ground. Dog tumbled into a sitting position, resting on his haunches as every undead monstrosity but one seemed to home in on their position. He stood, grimacing, as the first one stepped forward. Dog reached back his arm and plunged it forward as the thing clumsily lunged at him, wide mouthed. The strike went into its mouth and Dog felt three fingers wrap around the things crooked teeth and with a heavy grunt he he lifted, ripping the entire top half of the things head clean off. The body stumbled for a moment before collapsing on the ground, the half-head cracking against the ground a few feet away.
That was it, right? That's how it was in all the movies. You take out the head and the thing dies. That was Zombie rule #1.
Rule #2, though, was don't get bit. That was another important rule that jumped through his mind, at least for him and Mikkish, as four more of the things stumbled toward him. The safe space that Mikkish has cleared out was rapidly beginning to be filled in, and not getting bitten would be much harder than it sounded if these things were able to come at you from all directions. Dog whipped his leg out at one of the newcomers, sending the thing moaning to the ground, before his spin and bringing his leg high. The next zombie in line had its head shattered like a melon under the force of dogs heel. The other two, however, were right behind that one and Dog felt their grasping fingernails dig in to his arms an shoulders as he brought his leg back on the ground. With their snapping jaws so close he reached up and dug his fingers into both their chests, sinking their their putrefying flesh and holding them at length by their rib-cages as they snapped at him. "Zanni, I think these guys are more interested in us than what you've got to say."
And there were more coming. He could see that their were more coming and that this was only going to get harder the more their were. You couldn't fight them out in the open, there needed to be a choke point. His eyes fixed on the pair of escalators headed to the upper level. Those could work, but there was a sea of these things between them and their small group. He looked grimly between the zombies currently struggling in his grip, then had a idea.
"This way!" He shouted, lifting both zombie bodily from the ground. He brought them close, pressed his shoulders into the chests just low enough to be out of biting range, and let out a scream as he charged into the sea of the dead using the two zombies as a battering ram to clear a path to the escalators.
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That's when the elevator tipped itself forward and almost spat his and the blob girl out onto the ground. Dog tumbled into a sitting position, resting on his haunches as every undead monstrosity but one seemed to home in on their position. He stood, grimacing, as the first one stepped forward. Dog reached back his arm and plunged it forward as the thing clumsily lunged at him, wide mouthed. The strike went into its mouth and Dog felt three fingers wrap around the things crooked teeth and with a heavy grunt he he lifted, ripping the entire top half of the things head clean off. The body stumbled for a moment before collapsing on the ground, the half-head cracking against the ground a few feet away.
That was it, right? That's how it was in all the movies. You take out the head and the thing dies. That was Zombie rule #1.
Rule #2, though, was don't get bit. That was another important rule that jumped through his mind, at least for him and Mikkish, as four more of the things stumbled toward him. The safe space that Mikkish has cleared out was rapidly beginning to be filled in, and not getting bitten would be much harder than it sounded if these things were able to come at you from all directions. Dog whipped his leg out at one of the newcomers, sending the thing moaning to the ground, before his spin and bringing his leg high. The next zombie in line had its head shattered like a melon under the force of dogs heel. The other two, however, were right behind that one and Dog felt their grasping fingernails dig in to his arms an shoulders as he brought his leg back on the ground. With their snapping jaws so close he reached up and dug his fingers into both their chests, sinking their their putrefying flesh and holding them at length by their rib-cages as they snapped at him. "Zanni, I think these guys are more interested in us than what you've got to say."
And there were more coming. He could see that their were more coming and that this was only going to get harder the more their were. You couldn't fight them out in the open, there needed to be a choke point. His eyes fixed on the pair of escalators headed to the upper level. Those could work, but there was a sea of these things between them and their small group. He looked grimly between the zombies currently struggling in his grip, then had a idea.
"This way!" He shouted, lifting both zombie bodily from the ground. He brought them close, pressed his shoulders into the chests just low enough to be out of biting range, and let out a scream as he charged into the sea of the dead using the two zombies as a battering ram to clear a path to the escalators.
@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Strong Potato@Karkinos
