Well, back from the dead. Again. So have another helping of zombie.
'thinking'
(Lame disclaimer here)
It fell off, scraping at the top of his helmet. Looking at the thing, he realized it was the head of the zombie that he had just killed. Somehow, the head had grown legs with claws and was turning itself towards him.
'This just keeps getting better, doesn't it?'
He ran back a few steps. Swinging his MP5 into position, he prepared to fire when the head jumped towards him. Barely dodging it, he was amazed to find it had landed nearly four meters away from him.
'Damn, those things can jump!'
Bringing his MP5 to bear on the head before it had turned to him again, he fired a three shot volley at it. It's cranium exploded, spreading rotting brains and blood on the street. The remainder flew back from the force. Turning around, he found himself facing a large horde of zombies walking in his direction. He turned back around and started running.
He saw to his right the remains of a mostly destroyed car, without the windows or roof. Deciding to use it as cover, he jumped into the back seat and began to fire at the zombies. Spent shells fell like rain as he emptied the remainder of his clip into the zombie horde. He was rewarded with ten zombies falling to the pavement, showering the other zombies with their blood. He released the spent clip and removed another from his vest. The horde continued to advance.
With trained ease he slipped the fresh clip into the MP5 and began to fire again. Fifty 9mm shells slammed into the approaching zombies, downing almost half of the remaining zombies. He went for a fresh clip as he dropped the spent one. Feeling around on his vest, he realized he had only had two clips, the one originally in the MP5 and the one he just used.
'Shit... This looks bad...' He eyed the remaining zombies who were closing in rapidly despite their awkward gate.
'I'm in trouble... Wait, I think I might have a grenade...'
The MP5 had an under the barrel grenade launcher. The grenades explode on contact, and were great for taking out a group of closely clustered units. In their pursuit most of the zombies had gathered into a large huddle. Aiming slightly above the approaching zombies, he fired the grenade right into the middle of the horde. The grenade hit the very middle zombie, liquifying it and spraying it a good five meters in all directions. The surrounding zombies fell apart, their body parts rolling away from the explosion, leaving trails of blood as they rolled.
Four zombies. The ones not in the cluster. They continued to come at him as if nothing happened.
'Great...' Tossing the MP5 aside, he pulled out a combat knife and prepared to attack the rest of them. The nearest was less than five meters from him. Lunging for it, he buried the knife to the hilt in it's neck. The smell of rot was overpowering as he pulled the knife out. Desparately trying to ignore the smell, he turned to the next one, slashing at it across the face. It roared in anger, and slashed at him with it's claws. Jumping back, he avoided the deadly claws and slashed at it again.
This time the knife went through it's head, causing it to shudder and collapse, moaning. A heavy blow to the back alerted him of another zombie behind him. Fortunately, the power vest had taken most of the impact, but he still got the wind knocked out of him. Turning around quickly, he buried the knife in the zombie's forhead, breaking it in it's brain, killing it permanantly. Removing what was left of the now useless knife, he regarded it with an almost fascinated expression.
'Better and better...' He threw the knife handle as hard as he could at the remaining zombie. It hit the zombie in the head, but only caused it to stop walking towards him for a second as it shook it's head. Running at the zombie, he brought his fist up to hit it. He punched it as hard as he could, burying his arm to the elbow in the zombie's head.
'Well isn't this pleasant.' He pulled his arm out of the now dissolving zombie and shook it off.
'thinking'
(Lame disclaimer here)
It fell off, scraping at the top of his helmet. Looking at the thing, he realized it was the head of the zombie that he had just killed. Somehow, the head had grown legs with claws and was turning itself towards him.
'This just keeps getting better, doesn't it?'
He ran back a few steps. Swinging his MP5 into position, he prepared to fire when the head jumped towards him. Barely dodging it, he was amazed to find it had landed nearly four meters away from him.
'Damn, those things can jump!'
Bringing his MP5 to bear on the head before it had turned to him again, he fired a three shot volley at it. It's cranium exploded, spreading rotting brains and blood on the street. The remainder flew back from the force. Turning around, he found himself facing a large horde of zombies walking in his direction. He turned back around and started running.
He saw to his right the remains of a mostly destroyed car, without the windows or roof. Deciding to use it as cover, he jumped into the back seat and began to fire at the zombies. Spent shells fell like rain as he emptied the remainder of his clip into the zombie horde. He was rewarded with ten zombies falling to the pavement, showering the other zombies with their blood. He released the spent clip and removed another from his vest. The horde continued to advance.
With trained ease he slipped the fresh clip into the MP5 and began to fire again. Fifty 9mm shells slammed into the approaching zombies, downing almost half of the remaining zombies. He went for a fresh clip as he dropped the spent one. Feeling around on his vest, he realized he had only had two clips, the one originally in the MP5 and the one he just used.
'Shit... This looks bad...' He eyed the remaining zombies who were closing in rapidly despite their awkward gate.
'I'm in trouble... Wait, I think I might have a grenade...'
The MP5 had an under the barrel grenade launcher. The grenades explode on contact, and were great for taking out a group of closely clustered units. In their pursuit most of the zombies had gathered into a large huddle. Aiming slightly above the approaching zombies, he fired the grenade right into the middle of the horde. The grenade hit the very middle zombie, liquifying it and spraying it a good five meters in all directions. The surrounding zombies fell apart, their body parts rolling away from the explosion, leaving trails of blood as they rolled.
Four zombies. The ones not in the cluster. They continued to come at him as if nothing happened.
'Great...' Tossing the MP5 aside, he pulled out a combat knife and prepared to attack the rest of them. The nearest was less than five meters from him. Lunging for it, he buried the knife to the hilt in it's neck. The smell of rot was overpowering as he pulled the knife out. Desparately trying to ignore the smell, he turned to the next one, slashing at it across the face. It roared in anger, and slashed at him with it's claws. Jumping back, he avoided the deadly claws and slashed at it again.
This time the knife went through it's head, causing it to shudder and collapse, moaning. A heavy blow to the back alerted him of another zombie behind him. Fortunately, the power vest had taken most of the impact, but he still got the wind knocked out of him. Turning around quickly, he buried the knife in the zombie's forhead, breaking it in it's brain, killing it permanantly. Removing what was left of the now useless knife, he regarded it with an almost fascinated expression.
'Better and better...' He threw the knife handle as hard as he could at the remaining zombie. It hit the zombie in the head, but only caused it to stop walking towards him for a second as it shook it's head. Running at the zombie, he brought his fist up to hit it. He punched it as hard as he could, burying his arm to the elbow in the zombie's head.
'Well isn't this pleasant.' He pulled his arm out of the now dissolving zombie and shook it off.