"Calm yourself," Michael thought to himself. It was true he was scared as shit now, but letting that take him over wasn't going to do him or anyone else around him any good. If he had to treat this fucking apocalypse likea video game Iin order to survive, then he was going to do just that. It was easy, Michael often day dreamed of what it would be like to survive this type of stuff, so he might as well put it into use. This new chaotic world would fit him well... he would fit in it well...
A deep breath, and Michael readjusted the gas mask over his face.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm ok," Michael finally said in response to Izzy. He looked around him, taking note of the burning zombies. He and Izzy had done this, they both had gotten themselves out of an otherwise fucked situation like it was as easy as flipping a switch.
"So stop fucking worrying," he told himself. "Mom and dad are probably ok..."
Afterall, if anyone was going to fight back like a rabid animal to protect himself and his loved ones, it was dad...
Michael looked back to Izzy and nodded.
"Sorry about that. We should go, unless you want to grab a few more things from here. Try and find a gas mask if you want, it's good for keeping zombie gunk out of your face. That's what I was checking you for, the mucus glands are perfect places for viral entry and infection."
He could hear a voice over the intercom too. If there were more survivors, they would be trying to find the source too...
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A demon informant gave Abaddon an update on Aisyle's and the other Kami servants' status. Right now they weren't looking for him as they had been before, but were instead looking for Wiper. Now though, they were having a run in with Captain Awesome, or whatever Kami from Hope had named himself now. Abaddon returned the demon to Sheol before continuing his work of setting up multiple runes across the city.
So... someone needs me to post or something xD?
I've been traveling all day with family, which is why I've been inactive, so I'll see what I can do for now
I've been traveling all day with family, which is why I've been inactive, so I'll see what I can do for now
Ha, we're traveling in a motor home, I made way too many Walking Dead references to myself!
Michael had helped Izzy douse the zombies with lighter fluid before putting distance between himself and the small undead group as Izzy set them all ablaze with her tazer. Even through the gas mask, he could smell the disgusting scent of rotting, burning flesh, he couldn't imagine how much Izzy probably wanted to puke with her being fully exposed and all.
"Don't linger around them too long!"
Michael pulled Izzy away from the burning zombies as some of their heads and bodies began to burst. Other than expecting this result because some zombies would do this in Dead Island, whatever gases and decaying fluids building up in the zombies would make this completely possible.
"Ech...."
Izzy couldn't see it, but Michael was actually grinning... probably a bit too insanely at that. Through all the guts, the scene was actually quite satisfying to watch. They couldn't stay to admire their teamwork's result though.
"You're right about one thing," Michael told Izzy, "We have to move elsewhere.... look for survivors or something...."
Survivors. Michael quickly began thinking about his family. Were they safe? Or had they been devoured by these disgusting creatures already?
There were probably hundreds of zombies in the fucking mall! How many more of them were out there?! As much as Michael wanted to treat this like a mere video game.... he couldn't. This was life and death, one wrong move could mean the messy end of him. Michael began to shudder at these thoughts, and for a few seconds, he teared up at the thought of his family walking around as mutilated corpses. He clenched his draconic blade, and his quick breathing could easily be heard through the gas mask's nozzles.
'Mom... dad.... we... we just have to..."
All that bravado and leaderlike attitude seemed to have left him....
"Don't linger around them too long!"
Michael pulled Izzy away from the burning zombies as some of their heads and bodies began to burst. Other than expecting this result because some zombies would do this in Dead Island, whatever gases and decaying fluids building up in the zombies would make this completely possible.
"Ech...."
Izzy couldn't see it, but Michael was actually grinning... probably a bit too insanely at that. Through all the guts, the scene was actually quite satisfying to watch. They couldn't stay to admire their teamwork's result though.
"You're right about one thing," Michael told Izzy, "We have to move elsewhere.... look for survivors or something...."
Survivors. Michael quickly began thinking about his family. Were they safe? Or had they been devoured by these disgusting creatures already?
There were probably hundreds of zombies in the fucking mall! How many more of them were out there?! As much as Michael wanted to treat this like a mere video game.... he couldn't. This was life and death, one wrong move could mean the messy end of him. Michael began to shudder at these thoughts, and for a few seconds, he teared up at the thought of his family walking around as mutilated corpses. He clenched his draconic blade, and his quick breathing could easily be heard through the gas mask's nozzles.
'Mom... dad.... we... we just have to..."
All that bravado and leaderlike attitude seemed to have left him....
Apologies for the inactivity, I've been traveling with family all day and we finally reached our destination. I'll have something up soon.
Michael had caught the bottle of lighter fluid and shoved it into the back pocket of his pants. He figured Izzy would explain her plan with the bottles later, but right now it was time to act quick. He took her ok, and jumped to the gates. There was one zombie reaching through the gates, whose head and brain matter quickly became acquainted with Michael's new draconian styled blade. The weapon went through the undead's head with ease, like a hot knife cutting through butter. Michael then banged his blade against the gates, drawing the attention of more zombies who promptly all tried to grab him at once. Unfortunately for them, Michael jumped back just in time.
"Now!"
"Now!"
Michael also began to search for a suitable weapon to survive the zombies. What he needed was something small enough to carry around comfortably but large enough to reach a rotting bastard while it was still far enough away that it couldn't grab and bite him. Something like... that beautiful dragon blade in the case Izzy just smashed. He grabbed that and did a quick assessment of the weapon. The blade itself was sharp and sturdy, well made and designed with fiery breath streaming from the mouth of the dragon that so happened to compose the hilt of the weapon. The blade itself was about two feet long, and with the hilt it reached a good three feet or so.
"Frigging yes," Michael said as he finally elected this to be his weapon. He then walked over to the spot where tazers seemed to be located, and tested two of them. They worked, thankfully.
"Hey, grab one of these," Michael told Izzy as he tossed her one. He stuffed the other one in the pocket of his coat. There was one thing missing though... something to keep zombie blood and guts from splashing onto his face and possibly infecting him. He looked around. There were metal helmets meant to resemble the Preadatorand ancient warriors from Greece and Rome, but none of them would serve MMichael's desired purpose. That's when he spotted a nice looking gas mask that had been dropped on the floor. He picked it up and saw it would cover his head completely, which was perfect. Michael put it on, adjusting it so that it would fit comfortably. He breathed in and out, listening to his now Darth Vader like breathing. Michael felt set.
"Agent HUNK reporting for duty," he joked as he approached Izzy. "Put that sword to use... I'll approach the gate to get the zombies to shove their arms through so that you can slice them off, Pyramid Head style. Sound good, or do you still need to prepare?"
"Frigging yes," Michael said as he finally elected this to be his weapon. He then walked over to the spot where tazers seemed to be located, and tested two of them. They worked, thankfully.
"Hey, grab one of these," Michael told Izzy as he tossed her one. He stuffed the other one in the pocket of his coat. There was one thing missing though... something to keep zombie blood and guts from splashing onto his face and possibly infecting him. He looked around. There were metal helmets meant to resemble the Preadatorand ancient warriors from Greece and Rome, but none of them would serve MMichael's desired purpose. That's when he spotted a nice looking gas mask that had been dropped on the floor. He picked it up and saw it would cover his head completely, which was perfect. Michael put it on, adjusting it so that it would fit comfortably. He breathed in and out, listening to his now Darth Vader like breathing. Michael felt set.
"Agent HUNK reporting for duty," he joked as he approached Izzy. "Put that sword to use... I'll approach the gate to get the zombies to shove their arms through so that you can slice them off, Pyramid Head style. Sound good, or do you still need to prepare?"
"It's all good," Michael said right before a decaying hand attempted to grab him from beyond the shutters. He quickly jumped forwards, away from its reach, before the thing could even touch his clothes. He looked back to the zombies outside, and again had to ask, "Where the fuck was Daryl Dixon when you need him?"
Sadly though, they would have no badass guy with a crossbow coming to their rescue, which meant they probably had to fight their way out of this. Afterall, Izzy was right, the gate wasn't going to hold very long if the undead kept pounding and pulling on the metal.
"You play games too right?" He asked the girl. "Good, it's about time our long hours of sitting around killing time came into use. Remember Jill's tazer move whenever a zombie grabbed her? We might be needing some of those ourselves."
Michael's mind was throwing him all the zombie games and movies he had played and watched, reminding him what each and every character would do to fight them off.
"Da gracias a Dios," he began, "That we ended up in a weapons store...."
He motioned to the weapons around, but noticed some of them had already been taken by others.
"I trust you know how to kill these bastards, right? Start grabbing shit, we don't have much time..."
Sadly though, they would have no badass guy with a crossbow coming to their rescue, which meant they probably had to fight their way out of this. Afterall, Izzy was right, the gate wasn't going to hold very long if the undead kept pounding and pulling on the metal.
"You play games too right?" He asked the girl. "Good, it's about time our long hours of sitting around killing time came into use. Remember Jill's tazer move whenever a zombie grabbed her? We might be needing some of those ourselves."
Michael's mind was throwing him all the zombie games and movies he had played and watched, reminding him what each and every character would do to fight them off.
"Da gracias a Dios," he began, "That we ended up in a weapons store...."
He motioned to the weapons around, but noticed some of them had already been taken by others.
"I trust you know how to kill these bastards, right? Start grabbing shit, we don't have much time..."
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