Penetration
Grunts could be heard in the gathering night. A host of men and women strained against a horde of undead. A shout rang out admidst the battle sounds; yet another had fallen.
On the southern side of the field on which they fought, a great mass of wood and steel guarded the most vulnerable area. In control there was a proud Michael. He stood, cold and stern, at the base of the massive "wall" the people had constructed.
To the west were Faladon and Sarah heading a group of twenty fighters. Their barricade had been penetrated and now a stream of undead poured into the park. The living fighters stood as stalwartly as they could, but it was in vain. They were outnumbered, easily, ten to one.
The men and women guarding the entrance turned and took flight. Faladon stayed to fight, but Sarah dragged him away. "I'm not losing you again," she instructed Faladon as she pulled him towards the south, to the greatest squadron.
They ran across the field with the Afflicted right at their backs. The unliving grass crunched at their step, but they paid it no heed. Sarah and Faladon were making haste as quickly as they possibly could. The couple finally reached the south side after what seemed like a long time, though it had only really been a minute. Faladon dashed immediately to Michael as he was giving orders.
"Twenty men, go to the hospital to defend!" he shouted. "You five leave to find help," he told five people around him. He took notice as Faladon came running. "What is wrong, good man? Did your blockade fail?!" he demanded.
Faladon arrived at Michael's side. "Yes, sir," he panted, with Sarah's hand in his. "Make a wall of men to defend us. Take all that can be spared from that wall and go into the building's interior," he suggested hurriedly, with no hesitance whatsoever.
Michael sighed irritably. His once-proud and cold visage now bore a grimace of anguish. "Has it really come to this?" he asked Faladon desperately.
The man pointed. "See for yourself," said Faladon as he pointed in the direction of the battle.
Men were deep in a hopeless battle against the cold, unemotional undead. A child slew his father as the two watched; his parent had become infected. The fighters were taken down by the tens and rose soon to join the conscript of the opponent. It was quickly becoming a man against man fight rather than a man against Afflicted fight.
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A row of terrified men and women stood shamelessly, in the darkness. A mass of Afflicted neared, accompanied by moans of agony and despair. Michael had ordered the warriors into a line to defend the only open entrance into the park's interior. The lights of the park shone dimly, revealing what most of the men were hoping against:
They were horribly outnumbered.
Faladon, Dory, and Sarah stood nearby, with flashlights in hand. "Hurry, let's leave. We must move, else the peoples' deaths shall be in vain," Faladon urged Michael. He had drawn his sword. Dory had a rifle in her hands, and Sarah bore a large revolver with two hands.
Michael turned grimly and dashed into the building, leading with a flaming brand. Faladon, Dory, and Sarah darted in behind him. Fifty fighters followed the quartet. They bore very solemn faces.
Through a maze of corridors, rooms, and doors Michael led them until, at last, after a few minutes, the group came to a halt. Michael had found the room.
It had a steel door and could be bolted very tightly. The group entered and readied. They had any weapons that they could use out. Many were armed with naught but their bare hands. Shallow breathing was the only sound that broke the silence until.
A pound came to the door. The ominous sound penetrated the peoples' very hearts. Some even gasped at the dull thud. The slam was accompanied by more uncountable. A shrill shriek came from behind, not that of an Afflicted.
"Why did you choose this room?" Faladon asked tensely. He gripped Sarah's hand tightly in his own.
"Watch," said Michael sullenly.
Suddenly, the door shook on its hinges. Many within the room cried out. "What was that?" they screamed. "We're all going to die!!"
Michael shouted, "No! You shan't die here. There's a door right over there!" He pointed into the shadows. "It leads back into the park," he told them. "Leave and I will stay to ward it away!"
Members of the team rushed forward to embrace him and sob for his well being. Faladon tried to make him come, but Michael denied.
"Go!" he shouted to Faladon, slamming the other door in Faladon's face and locking it. Faladon slammed himself against the bolted door, but it held strong. The man stumbled back into his lover.
Grunts could be heard in the gathering night. A host of men and women strained against a horde of undead. A shout rang out admidst the battle sounds; yet another had fallen.
On the southern side of the field on which they fought, a great mass of wood and steel guarded the most vulnerable area. In control there was a proud Michael. He stood, cold and stern, at the base of the massive "wall" the people had constructed.
To the west were Faladon and Sarah heading a group of twenty fighters. Their barricade had been penetrated and now a stream of undead poured into the park. The living fighters stood as stalwartly as they could, but it was in vain. They were outnumbered, easily, ten to one.
The men and women guarding the entrance turned and took flight. Faladon stayed to fight, but Sarah dragged him away. "I'm not losing you again," she instructed Faladon as she pulled him towards the south, to the greatest squadron.
They ran across the field with the Afflicted right at their backs. The unliving grass crunched at their step, but they paid it no heed. Sarah and Faladon were making haste as quickly as they possibly could. The couple finally reached the south side after what seemed like a long time, though it had only really been a minute. Faladon dashed immediately to Michael as he was giving orders.
"Twenty men, go to the hospital to defend!" he shouted. "You five leave to find help," he told five people around him. He took notice as Faladon came running. "What is wrong, good man? Did your blockade fail?!" he demanded.
Faladon arrived at Michael's side. "Yes, sir," he panted, with Sarah's hand in his. "Make a wall of men to defend us. Take all that can be spared from that wall and go into the building's interior," he suggested hurriedly, with no hesitance whatsoever.
Michael sighed irritably. His once-proud and cold visage now bore a grimace of anguish. "Has it really come to this?" he asked Faladon desperately.
The man pointed. "See for yourself," said Faladon as he pointed in the direction of the battle.
Men were deep in a hopeless battle against the cold, unemotional undead. A child slew his father as the two watched; his parent had become infected. The fighters were taken down by the tens and rose soon to join the conscript of the opponent. It was quickly becoming a man against man fight rather than a man against Afflicted fight.
* * * * * * * * * * *
A row of terrified men and women stood shamelessly, in the darkness. A mass of Afflicted neared, accompanied by moans of agony and despair. Michael had ordered the warriors into a line to defend the only open entrance into the park's interior. The lights of the park shone dimly, revealing what most of the men were hoping against:
They were horribly outnumbered.
Faladon, Dory, and Sarah stood nearby, with flashlights in hand. "Hurry, let's leave. We must move, else the peoples' deaths shall be in vain," Faladon urged Michael. He had drawn his sword. Dory had a rifle in her hands, and Sarah bore a large revolver with two hands.
Michael turned grimly and dashed into the building, leading with a flaming brand. Faladon, Dory, and Sarah darted in behind him. Fifty fighters followed the quartet. They bore very solemn faces.
Through a maze of corridors, rooms, and doors Michael led them until, at last, after a few minutes, the group came to a halt. Michael had found the room.
It had a steel door and could be bolted very tightly. The group entered and readied. They had any weapons that they could use out. Many were armed with naught but their bare hands. Shallow breathing was the only sound that broke the silence until.
A pound came to the door. The ominous sound penetrated the peoples' very hearts. Some even gasped at the dull thud. The slam was accompanied by more uncountable. A shrill shriek came from behind, not that of an Afflicted.
"Why did you choose this room?" Faladon asked tensely. He gripped Sarah's hand tightly in his own.
"Watch," said Michael sullenly.
Suddenly, the door shook on its hinges. Many within the room cried out. "What was that?" they screamed. "We're all going to die!!"
Michael shouted, "No! You shan't die here. There's a door right over there!" He pointed into the shadows. "It leads back into the park," he told them. "Leave and I will stay to ward it away!"
Members of the team rushed forward to embrace him and sob for his well being. Faladon tried to make him come, but Michael denied.
"Go!" he shouted to Faladon, slamming the other door in Faladon's face and locking it. Faladon slammed himself against the bolted door, but it held strong. The man stumbled back into his lover.