DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

Michael's eyes went wide as he side-stepped as quicky as he could in order to avoid the oncoming door. Had he not reacted in time he would've been decapitated.

Leaning on the door, Michael was half-relieved not to see Socrates, but a Slasher. Its roar unnerved him as always, but he eventually managed to muster courage up. He had to protect Drake after all!

Taking aim, Michael lifted his newly acquired rivet gun and clicked to fire, but it wouldn't. "Fuck, the safety's on!" he grunted, the Slasher suddenly pouncing him, digging its blades on his shoulders. "Argh! Damnit! Let go! GAAAH!"

As Michael groaned in pain, the Slasher began biting onto his neck with its sharp teeth. Michael struggled with all his might, shaking the Slasher off his shoulders and neck, then hooked its head off with the rivet gun's dull side. "Fuck! FUCK! It hurts!" Michael groaned, backing onto a wall and sliding down on it. As he held onto his bleeding neck, he cringed as he remembered he had no health packs on his person, only the flashing red RIG on his back supporting his life.

The Slasher was now slowly getting back up to its feet, as being headless did nothing to keep it down.

"Crap... Drake! Hurry the hell up!" he shouted.