09-15-2010, 03:16 PM
Savior groaned in pain as he crashed onto the desk and he opened his eyes, groaning again as he saw the few zombies left. At least he still had one advantage over these freaks. He was faster and more agile, even in his bruised state. They were mangled corpses, unable to run after him and forced to drag themselves. He got on his feet and reached into his belt and attempted to find a backdoor, so he could escape a different way and hunt after Dark Spell, trying to hone in on her laughter.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.