How long has it been? A month? Two months? No matter, I'm sure I wasn't missed. Horrific writers block. Why do I write anyway? Never mind, you want to hear what happens to Shadow right? Your wish is granted. I'm going to try a Shadow POV .Oh, and I guess I'll try a music theme. The song for this chapter is
Where do I stab myself in the ears (The legion of doom Remix).
By Hawthorne Heights.
Religion vs. Reality
Shadow's POV (duh)
"We are more alike then I realized-Death-Live to betray-Dragon of Galactic Judgment-Lose-Forget-Just let go-Trust-Pact-Sacrifice for love"
I awoke sitting up on the hard wooden bench used to sit at when one went to church. My blanket was soaked with sweat along with my fur. My back and head were stiff from the hard wood but I shrugged it off. I glanced to my left to see Boris sitting in the large velvet chair, the Dragunov in his hands. Instead of his finger on the trigger the claw finger was sticking inside the finger guard.
He was so large. He made the retarded blue cat look like a mouse. I could see the massive amounts of rings under his eyes and I wondered if he even slept at all. Lightning and thunder flashed and lit up the dim room.
"I am surprised to find you awake so early Comrade, but you have saved me the trouble of waking you myself" Boris said to me but he did not look away from the village.
"Don't mention it" I said in a sarcastic tone, which he didn't seem to notice.
"We should be leaving soon, the sooner the better" His accent was very strong and sometimes hard to make out but I was able to understand it.
Boris stood up, the chair seeming to be thankful of the loss of weight. He reached into one of the crates and pulled out what looked like a tiny handgun in his hands.
He walked over to me, "Do you know how to use one of these?" He held the gun out in his palm, which I took. The gun was actually an MP5K and I was able to hold it well. I shook my head yes then the bear turned around and walked back to the crates. He picked up an extremely enlarged version of an M3 Super 90 shotgun. I remember seeing a GUN officer holding one at one of their many blockade attempts to trap me.
"As I said before, the heathens who do not belong in heaven or hell do not wait nor sleep. If we are to get you to your 'Emerald Coast' we should hurry now while it is quiet. Let us go" The bear walked towards the wooden door and motioned for me to follow.
Outside it was pouring rain. It was very dark save the light coming from the church windows. Boris led me down a small street while creeping next to a wall of a house. It was about five minutes before the sighting of the first zombie. Its back was turned to the bear and I.
Boris insisted we sneak by undetected. We had been standing on a wooden deck and so by mistake when I took another step the metal of my shoes touched the floor it made a loud creak. Immediately the creature turned around and spotted us. It opened its mouth to scream but in a split second the paw of the bear was around its head. It let out a small whimper but was then crushed with ease.
3rd person perspective (I think I like this version better)
Boris let go of the once whole but now shattered skull of the beast, his hand wet with a mix of the creature's black-greenish blood and the pouring rain. He looked towards Shadow with a merge of anger and fear in his eyes.
"Make haste Comrade! It seems we will not be alone for much longer!"
Lightning flashed and howls and screams could be heard in every direction. Normally Shadow could get across the town and make it to the cable car in a matter of seconds, but he wanted to stay by the bear's side through this affair.
About an hour later…
Both the hedgehog and the bear were knee deep in zombie corpses and still battling wave upon wave of enemies. Since they both had
run out of ammunition they resorted to fist and claw. The bear was a massive behemoth crushing at least five enemies with one swipe.
Shadow would sometimes pick one up and throw it into the crowd knocking down many creatures at once. It was at this moment when a small but useable opening could be seen between the mass of zombies. "Boris! If we keep going like this, we won't survive! Let's hurry through there!" Shadow yelled over the moaning and screaming creatures.
"You are right comrade, let us go, but first hold on tight!" the Russian grabbed Shadow and, holding him close, rammed through the Zombies like a football player through bushes.
After a few yards of running Boris let go of Shadow and together they made it to the lift. "It appears it is time to say our goodbye's comrade Shadow. It was a pleasure to fight along side you. For a small one, you're pretty tough" Boris held out his paw to shake the hedgehog's hand, but as Shadow was going to shake his claw, the bear grabbed him with both arms giving him a big "Bear hug". When he let go of Shadow the hedgehog was wheezing and gasping for air, but the bear just laughed.
Shadow climbed into the lift and Boris pulled the lever to start the machine, "May the graces of god keep you safe from harm my friend!" the bear called up to him. "Thank you for everything Bor-…Boris!" Shadow called back. The bear started to laugh but then roared as a zombie jumped up and bit him in the shoulder from behind. More and more zombies jumped on to him and brought him to his
knees. Shadow wanted to go back and help his friend but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch as he was covered with zombies until the darkness of the night covered the area.
Sorry for the lateness...