The repeated click of shoes on pavement echoed of nearby buildings as then man sprinted down the roads, trailed closely by the horde of specimens the ruckus he'd been making previously had attracted. Turning periodically to fire unsteadily behind him, attempting to thin the ranks of the creatures gaining on him with little success.
He'd be fine, he just needed to keep them away long enough to cross the bridge, find a hiding spot and wait them ou-
"Fuckin' hell..." Foster cursed stopping abruptly not far from the entrance to the bridge and lifting the gas mask he wore from the bottom to get a better look.
He almost wished he hadn't.
Across the bridge a horde no larger than the one closing in on him from behind had just passed the opening of the bridge. The brunette back stepped, desperately searching for another path, only to bump into another form. Swinging his gun around to connect with the face of a clot he continued onto the bridge, his last attempt to escape.
Aim, shoot. Reload, repeat. Run like hell.
The Englishman paid no mind to the Zeds on his heels, picking off the ones ahead of him as quickly as his reflexes allowed him.
click click
"Bugger." Foster slowed as his tore his last clip from the gun in his hands letting out another stream of curses, "new plan; bludgeon'um ta death." The useless gun was flipped over in gloved hands, holding it defensively out in front of him towards the approaching horde.
The brunette swung out with the weapon, easily taking down a pouncing Crawler before it got close to him. Then another swing; caving in the skull of a Clot. But the makeshift melee couldn't hold off the lot of them. Foster backed up against the stone railing of the bridge until his lower back connected with it. He was completely surrounded by the monstrosities, hissing and growling, clawing out for him.
He was completely screwed.
In a quick motion he clambered up into the railing, just barley dodging a to-close-for-comfort blade of a Gorefast. Another out lash by the revving chainsaw of a Scrake sent his gun over the edge.
The all too familiar Roar of a blatantly pissed off Flesh pound sounded to his right, drawing his attention and that of the surrounding Zeds. It charged, shoving the lesser beings out of its way, raising one of its mace like hands and aimed for Fosters chest..
Only to hit open air as The brunette toppled backwards, over the edge of the bridge to plummet to the waters of the Thames below.
Foster watched the shrinking forms of the Specimens looking dumbly over the edge of the bridge at their lost prey. He raised a hand as he free fell, throwing them a crude hand gesture and cackling aloud in triumph.
But his victory was cut short as his body connected with the icy water and enveloped his form, the current pulling him under before he had a chance to catch his breath.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, and he felt as if he had been whacked with a cinder block. Foster panicked, lashing out with his limbs to attempt to swim towards the surface, holding his breath despite the burning in his chest.
The thrashing of his limbs did nothing as a dull numbness over took his body, slowing his movement's and making it all the more difficult to close his lungs from the water begging to flood them.
His head broke surface, legs hitting hard against rock as the water grew shallow. He gasp for air, clawing at the water's surface as the current pushed him to a bank. The brunette, scrambled to pull himself onto the sandy bank, sputtering and hacking up lungful of water that had managed to fill them.
"Have a good swim then?" Two booted feet stood just in front of where Foster lay. Gray eyes narrowed at the comment but he didn't bother looking up at the blond, pulling his legs up underneath himself to kneel on the ground, "Bloody hell, you look like a drowned cat."
Foster coughs harshly once more, trying to wipe the water from his face uselessly. He was completely drenched, and the cold breeze sending shivers to wrack his body reminded him of just that, "Sh-sh-shut u-up, a-arse" he managed out.
A hand grabbing the back of his jacket to hoist him up to his feet followed by a scoff from the now fully visible man, "come along then, don't want you freezing, eh?" Foster could only nod, wrapping his arms tightly across his chest in attempt to gain some form of heat. Briar frowned, clicking his tongue as he placed his own arm around the others shoulder, pulling him close.
Foster grumbled, sending a glare to the ground.