I do NOT own Liz, Shaun of the Dead or The Stomr Hawks. I Own Sylin. ShadowQueen owns Shadow. Hawk-Masters owns Jack. PLEASE, CAN WE JUST CALM... THE FUCK... DOWN!
Shadow walked across terra Neon with Piper, heading towards the Condor. Finn, Aerrow and Junko soon joined them. The group chatted as they walked along. As they approached the condor, they saw that the door had been left open. Bloody handprints stained the handle and the door itself. Gingerly, the group stepped inside. "Stork?" whispered piper. All that came in reply was a guttural moan…
Sylin was walking along by himself, carrying his newly upgraded pistols. He had just visited a shop in the Slums of Neon to retrieve them. He had found the shop empty, but the guns on the counter. He had left some cash, taken the guns and left. Out of the mist that was covering Neon, a familiar figure appeared.
"Jack" said Sylin "How nice to see you"
"Ditto" replied Jack. Now that a truce had been formed between Cyclonia and Atmos, the two had become friends. It was Jack that had trained Sylin to use firearms. In return, Sylin had shown Jack how to wield melee weapons. As the two walked along, they heard a rustling in the trees to their left. The pair stopped. A figure stumbled out of the trees. The two of them ran forward to help him. He was obviously hurt. When the figure looked up, Sylin instantly shot him through the head. The man's jaw had been torn of, his nose and right eye were missing and he had a knife through his neck.
"Fuck" swore Jack
"Looks like the shit's really hit the fan now" replied Sylin. " I thought that we had stopped this Virus. What the hell's happened now?"
"I have no fucking clue" muttered Jack "but we need to get out of here ASAP"
With that the two of them ran off into the mist, heading towards the Entertainment district of terra neon…