06-12-2010, 03:27 AM
Michael had finished five corpses on his side, only a couple left in an opposite corner. He heard Drake shout and immediately turned around, seeing a slasher charge at him, "Crap!" he stomped the floor to keep his ground, waiting for an opportunity as the slasher suddenly pounced him, "NOW!" he swung his arm, hitting the slasher on its side with his dull weapon, the impact sending the monster to the side as it caught it off guard. Michael was about to shoot, but then remembered that these monsters were created from corpses; their limbs! He rushed to the grounded slasher before stomping its bladed arms off, turning to Drake with a smile, "It works on them too...! What the?!" he gasped.
The infector apparently had ran out of useable corpses in its side, and that meant it needed to attack to survive. Michael rushed to Drake's side but he didn't have the guts to shoot him, "Damn! Stop squirming!" he said, his aim off, and he didn't want to run the risk of decapitating his friend. He instead holstered his gun and grunted as he latched his gloved hands around the bat-like monster by its wings, pulling away until it finally slid off Drake, "Rrrrrgh! Fuck you!" he shouted to the infector as it shifted its attention to Michael now. Michael watched that probsobic trying to stab him on the neck, but he kept somehow dodging it, finally letting go of a wing to grab the probsobic by the shaft, "Fuck, fuck! GRRR!" he growled loudly, suddenly pushing the bat away with all his strength while keeping hold of the elongated bone-like tail.
The bat cried out as a serious ripping apart sound cracked. In his left hand he held the inanimate inefctor by its wings, panting as his other hand held the torn probsobic which slid off and fell to the floor, the bat soon following. Michael finally fell to his knees and continued panting, "D-damn... Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell are these things?!" he groaned, being able to recognized part of the infector as human, but it was so aberrant, so distorted.
The infector apparently had ran out of useable corpses in its side, and that meant it needed to attack to survive. Michael rushed to Drake's side but he didn't have the guts to shoot him, "Damn! Stop squirming!" he said, his aim off, and he didn't want to run the risk of decapitating his friend. He instead holstered his gun and grunted as he latched his gloved hands around the bat-like monster by its wings, pulling away until it finally slid off Drake, "Rrrrrgh! Fuck you!" he shouted to the infector as it shifted its attention to Michael now. Michael watched that probsobic trying to stab him on the neck, but he kept somehow dodging it, finally letting go of a wing to grab the probsobic by the shaft, "Fuck, fuck! GRRR!" he growled loudly, suddenly pushing the bat away with all his strength while keeping hold of the elongated bone-like tail.
The bat cried out as a serious ripping apart sound cracked. In his left hand he held the inanimate inefctor by its wings, panting as his other hand held the torn probsobic which slid off and fell to the floor, the bat soon following. Michael finally fell to his knees and continued panting, "D-damn... Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell are these things?!" he groaned, being able to recognized part of the infector as human, but it was so aberrant, so distorted.
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