07-06-2007, 06:48 PM
Natasha froze, stopping in the middle of dumping an armload of cans into a cardboard box. "Did you hear something?" she asked, obviously nervous. Alex nodded, pausing for a second to listen. 'thump-scrape... thump-scrape...' Over and over again, in a lsow but steady rythymn. Alex reached for his Citori slowly, drawing it from the loop in his belt before whipping around, stuffing the shotgun's sawn-off barrel into the mouth of yet another ravenous, walking corpse. Even with the gun in its mouth, the zombie continued to try and march obliviously forward.
"Say goodnight, pal." he muttered, squeezing the trigger. The back of the zombie's head exploded in a spray of gore, painting the windows of the grocery store with blood, brains, and pieces of skull. "Well if they don't know we're here, they do now. Lets just take what we've got and scram..."
"Say goodnight, pal." he muttered, squeezing the trigger. The back of the zombie's head exploded in a spray of gore, painting the windows of the grocery store with blood, brains, and pieces of skull. "Well if they don't know we're here, they do now. Lets just take what we've got and scram..."
