Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 29, 2011 2:27:23 GMT -5
"Appreciated, Jennifer -- but I have some food of my own -- alright, get ready: when I open this door, I want you to follow me, quickly and quietly; we're going to be heading back the way we came, and we're going to stop just out of sight of the group moving near the tube entrance. Understood?"
Jennifer sees Xavier dimming his flashlight, then he moves with the silent grace of a cat, his gun pointed toward the ground. She moves in behind him, her steps not nearly as sure and well-trained as his, but still passably silent all the same. She keeps her gun trained toward the right, a little fearful of an accidental discharge, as she points her flashlight toward the ground. Her eyes stay focused on the darkness ahead of them, every hair on her body rigid with fear and anxiety. She vaguely recognizes the path they had taken not long ago.
Eventually, the shelter of the bus stop looms in the distance, its man-made craftsmanship easier to perceive in darkness. Xavier drops to a crawl and motions for her to follow suit. Not afraid to get dirty, but quite terrified of the wild imaginings in her mind of what could be lurking just beyond reach, Jennifer lowers herself to the ground, shifting the purse so that the handle hangs around her wrist. Xavier's voice rises just above the groan of the dead.
"When you hear the explosion, don't hesitate: get to your feet, and move down the steps into the tube; I'll be right behind you. Also, if your torch doesn't have a dim setting, turn it off: down in the darkness of the tube, it'll only serve to draw unneeded attention, got it? Alright -- fire in the hole."
Not wanting to be without light, but trusting in his experience, Jennifer nods, shuts off her light, and places it in the purse. Realizing a moment later that Xavier had already turned around to face front when she nodded, she rises to her knees and grips the handgun with both hands, the purse back around her left shoulder. Her hands have become quite clammy with the constant rush of sweat, and the chill in the air becomes just a little colder.
Suddenly, Xavier moves with a quick jerk, something small leaving his right hand and flying toward the crowd of the walking dead. Jennifer is then suddenly aware of a hand - his hand - on her back, pulling her to her feet right after the force of the explosion takes Jennifer's breath away for just an instant.
"Move now!
Without even the usual momentary hesitation to stop her, Jennifer sprints ahead into the clearing of the station. With some thirty yards or so to clear before reaching the top step of the tunnel entrance, the young woman dashes through the shattered group of zombies. She could actually estimate where the grenade had landed judging from the devastation done to the corpses; those closes were ripped apart while those farther out suffered less body-altering injury.
Unfortunately, it still left quite a number up and shambling around, though a good portion of them have to regain their footing after having been blown back. Jennifer points the gun at a zombie ahead of her and fires two shots in quick succession, her nerves having increased her finger's movements and the recoil causing her to close her eyes reflexively. However, only her first shot smacks into the dead student's shoulder, the other making no apparent marks on it.
Knowing that she needed to listen to Xavier's crash-course training or become zombie food here or in the darkness below, she takes careful aim as she slows down to a quick walk. She lines the sight with the zombie's forehead, then quickly slips her finger in front of the trigger and pulls, the action still causing her to close her eyes.
She squeals a little when she opens her eyes to see the zombie fall backward, a slight splash of dark liquid reflecting in Xavier's light. Picking up her pace again, she dodges past the reaching grasp of a fallen zombie, its lower half obliterated in the grenade blast. She screams when another one - one she thought completely destroyed - grasps her left leg weakly, the tendons in the arm no longer capable of applying pressure. Adrenaline and fear power her legs as she makes it to the top step. She takes each step quickly but carefully.
She turns to look for Xavier, and for a moment she is in utter darkness as Xavier doesn't appear to have made it yet. Beginning to panic, she reaches into her purse and fumbles for the flashlight, but stops when her surroundings are dimly lit by a jerking light source from the steps. She turns to look up the stairs, her breath heavy and sweat trickling down her forehead.
Inventory
- 3 bullets (Five-seveN)
Jennifer sees Xavier dimming his flashlight, then he moves with the silent grace of a cat, his gun pointed toward the ground. She moves in behind him, her steps not nearly as sure and well-trained as his, but still passably silent all the same. She keeps her gun trained toward the right, a little fearful of an accidental discharge, as she points her flashlight toward the ground. Her eyes stay focused on the darkness ahead of them, every hair on her body rigid with fear and anxiety. She vaguely recognizes the path they had taken not long ago.
Eventually, the shelter of the bus stop looms in the distance, its man-made craftsmanship easier to perceive in darkness. Xavier drops to a crawl and motions for her to follow suit. Not afraid to get dirty, but quite terrified of the wild imaginings in her mind of what could be lurking just beyond reach, Jennifer lowers herself to the ground, shifting the purse so that the handle hangs around her wrist. Xavier's voice rises just above the groan of the dead.
"When you hear the explosion, don't hesitate: get to your feet, and move down the steps into the tube; I'll be right behind you. Also, if your torch doesn't have a dim setting, turn it off: down in the darkness of the tube, it'll only serve to draw unneeded attention, got it? Alright -- fire in the hole."
Not wanting to be without light, but trusting in his experience, Jennifer nods, shuts off her light, and places it in the purse. Realizing a moment later that Xavier had already turned around to face front when she nodded, she rises to her knees and grips the handgun with both hands, the purse back around her left shoulder. Her hands have become quite clammy with the constant rush of sweat, and the chill in the air becomes just a little colder.
Suddenly, Xavier moves with a quick jerk, something small leaving his right hand and flying toward the crowd of the walking dead. Jennifer is then suddenly aware of a hand - his hand - on her back, pulling her to her feet right after the force of the explosion takes Jennifer's breath away for just an instant.
"Move now!
Without even the usual momentary hesitation to stop her, Jennifer sprints ahead into the clearing of the station. With some thirty yards or so to clear before reaching the top step of the tunnel entrance, the young woman dashes through the shattered group of zombies. She could actually estimate where the grenade had landed judging from the devastation done to the corpses; those closes were ripped apart while those farther out suffered less body-altering injury.
Unfortunately, it still left quite a number up and shambling around, though a good portion of them have to regain their footing after having been blown back. Jennifer points the gun at a zombie ahead of her and fires two shots in quick succession, her nerves having increased her finger's movements and the recoil causing her to close her eyes reflexively. However, only her first shot smacks into the dead student's shoulder, the other making no apparent marks on it.
Knowing that she needed to listen to Xavier's crash-course training or become zombie food here or in the darkness below, she takes careful aim as she slows down to a quick walk. She lines the sight with the zombie's forehead, then quickly slips her finger in front of the trigger and pulls, the action still causing her to close her eyes.
She squeals a little when she opens her eyes to see the zombie fall backward, a slight splash of dark liquid reflecting in Xavier's light. Picking up her pace again, she dodges past the reaching grasp of a fallen zombie, its lower half obliterated in the grenade blast. She screams when another one - one she thought completely destroyed - grasps her left leg weakly, the tendons in the arm no longer capable of applying pressure. Adrenaline and fear power her legs as she makes it to the top step. She takes each step quickly but carefully.
She turns to look for Xavier, and for a moment she is in utter darkness as Xavier doesn't appear to have made it yet. Beginning to panic, she reaches into her purse and fumbles for the flashlight, but stops when her surroundings are dimly lit by a jerking light source from the steps. She turns to look up the stairs, her breath heavy and sweat trickling down her forehead.
Inventory
- 3 bullets (Five-seveN)