Fearing for her life, Lex hit the deck imagining a grinning black figure
shooting at her. She could have bet her entire budget that that was
blaster fire from within the ship. It might have been the Rebel
reinforcements she asked for. They must have found some of the zombies.
She jumped off the cold deck floor and raced back down the corridor, her
blaster at the ready in her right palm.
Her heels clattered against the ground causing a loud clanging sound. She did not care if she was heard, this was a chance to get off this terrible ship. When she arrived to what she believed was the source of the gun fire, she found a group of more zombies tearing at the chest of an unusually large individual. Horrified, Lex gasped suddenly. The zombies all stopped instantly and raised their heads slowly. Their eyes were unreal. Swirling black beads of furious anger and hatred. She had never seen such a destructive will in someone's eyes before and it scared her greatly.
They stood up and made a lunge for Lex. But the nimble woman slipped back, causing them to fall. She shot them in the back numerous times. But instead of dying, they leaped up without any effort and began lunging at her again. She ran, hearing blaster shots again. Wondering if the zombies knew how to fire a gun. She looked over her shoulder, seeing bouncing images of the zombies falling down from great blows to the back. A woman stood there, brandishing a large blaster rifle. She caught a glimpse of Lex and raised the gun. Lex held up her hand and virtually screamed that she was not one of those awful things.
'C'mon!' The soldier yelled. Lex took off, her boots banging against the deck. She hopped over the zombies, determined to get away. They threw their hands up in awkward positions while they laid face down on the deck. They missed, fortunately, and the two ran to a safe distance, watching the zombies fly up into standing position as if someone pushed them up with some unseeable force. Exhausted and out of breath, Lex fell to her knees gasping for air. 'Let's get back to the ship, Miss Morette.'
Lex clearly did not know who this woman was, but knew why she must have been here. She was obviously the backup, or part of it at least. 'Can't,' replied Lex, 'My vacuum suit is ripped from my last encounter with those.. those things.' Nodding affirmatively with a look of dismay upon her face, the soldier lady pulled her comlink to her mouth and said, 'Commander, I found our stray but her suit's been breached. I think we can give her one of ours but it'll take time, and we're running low and ammo here. These dead guys can take a lot of blows. I doubt were doing any good at shooting them, except just to knock them down.'
'Plexi, lead Morette to the command deck and regoup with us there. I've lost communication with Drif--'
'He's been killed, sir. Them damn zombies ripped him to shreds.' There was a long pause after Plexi's shuddering answer had rung into the comlink. 'Understood.' Came a muffled but prominent voice. 'C'mon,' said Plexi, 'I don't think those zombies will stay down there for long, we need to get back to the control deck.' Nodding Lex ran after Plexi who tore off into a dash.
Her heels clattered against the ground causing a loud clanging sound. She did not care if she was heard, this was a chance to get off this terrible ship. When she arrived to what she believed was the source of the gun fire, she found a group of more zombies tearing at the chest of an unusually large individual. Horrified, Lex gasped suddenly. The zombies all stopped instantly and raised their heads slowly. Their eyes were unreal. Swirling black beads of furious anger and hatred. She had never seen such a destructive will in someone's eyes before and it scared her greatly.
They stood up and made a lunge for Lex. But the nimble woman slipped back, causing them to fall. She shot them in the back numerous times. But instead of dying, they leaped up without any effort and began lunging at her again. She ran, hearing blaster shots again. Wondering if the zombies knew how to fire a gun. She looked over her shoulder, seeing bouncing images of the zombies falling down from great blows to the back. A woman stood there, brandishing a large blaster rifle. She caught a glimpse of Lex and raised the gun. Lex held up her hand and virtually screamed that she was not one of those awful things.
'C'mon!' The soldier yelled. Lex took off, her boots banging against the deck. She hopped over the zombies, determined to get away. They threw their hands up in awkward positions while they laid face down on the deck. They missed, fortunately, and the two ran to a safe distance, watching the zombies fly up into standing position as if someone pushed them up with some unseeable force. Exhausted and out of breath, Lex fell to her knees gasping for air. 'Let's get back to the ship, Miss Morette.'
Lex clearly did not know who this woman was, but knew why she must have been here. She was obviously the backup, or part of it at least. 'Can't,' replied Lex, 'My vacuum suit is ripped from my last encounter with those.. those things.' Nodding affirmatively with a look of dismay upon her face, the soldier lady pulled her comlink to her mouth and said, 'Commander, I found our stray but her suit's been breached. I think we can give her one of ours but it'll take time, and we're running low and ammo here. These dead guys can take a lot of blows. I doubt were doing any good at shooting them, except just to knock them down.'
'Plexi, lead Morette to the command deck and regoup with us there. I've lost communication with Drif--'
'He's been killed, sir. Them damn zombies ripped him to shreds.' There was a long pause after Plexi's shuddering answer had rung into the comlink. 'Understood.' Came a muffled but prominent voice. 'C'mon,' said Plexi, 'I don't think those zombies will stay down there for long, we need to get back to the control deck.' Nodding Lex ran after Plexi who tore off into a dash.