Death Walker part 2
Two things will kill you when everything else is going in your favor. Panic and hesitation. Sandy could feel the clutches of panic gripping his stomach, but he ignored it. Pushing it into the back of his conscious, pushing it into the resolve of what must be done. He certainly didn't hesitate for even a moment, and his step hadn't faltered since he started pounding down the stairs to meet the Necros.
Then again, not everything was going in Sandy's favor. And, unless he was completely mistaken, there were two other things that were very eager to kill him no matter his attitude.
"What in fragging hell do you think you're doing?"
He didn't have time to answer Terrance's static burst of a comcast, and only response was an affirmative response click in the same motion that turns the device off. Pain was shooting up his legs as he clattered down the stairs as fast as he could. His only hope would be to out run the Necros. He didn't want them entering the building and climbing the stairs, essentially trapping him. As he rounded the stairs on the third floor a voice in the back of his head told him that this was a horrible risk if the Necros some how missed the two humans resting on a building during a relatively cool morning. There was no heading back now, he had already made up his mind, and the hesitation needed to rethink his reaction would be long enough to be caught with two Necros behind him and no where to run.
A sick scraping hiss sound echoed from the lobby below him. The Necros had sensed them, but maybe his decisive action still wouldn't be enough. Screeching noises sounded off the walls as Sandy pounded down the last set of steps to face one of the monsters, eye to eye. It stood at least seven foot tall and had broad shoulders and it's skin had the look of black chitin. It's eyes seemed to be crusted over with blood, but it's head swung around in Sandy's direction as he slid into the lobby. This Necros had an oddly humanoid shape even though it was hunched over, and had a distended face with a row of blackened razor sharp teeth. A sound like someone tearing a chicken leg on Thanksgiving morning only amplified horribly came out of the elongated mouth of the Necros.
Sandy briefly thought about his chances of running back up the stairs and hoping the thing had a horrible short term memory, but that moment passed as his arm rose on it's own accord and pulled the trigger on the Uzi. He had forgotten about the Uzi and was surprised to see it bucking in his hand as bullets slammed into the face and chest of the Necros. Ichor spewed from it's chest to splatter across the floor. Sandy didn't let go of the firing stud until the bullets had stopped coming, but the thing was already starting to get up.
His free hand grabbed his only extra clip and slammed it into place before the first had hit the ground. Instead of emptying this clip into the beast he ran for the door, and out into the quickly warming air. A woman was waiting for him there. She helda golden skull in her hands and she was such an imposing figure that Sandy almost didn't notice the dog like Necros standing beside her.
Panic and hesitation set in.
Then again, not everything was going in Sandy's favor. And, unless he was completely mistaken, there were two other things that were very eager to kill him no matter his attitude.
"What in fragging hell do you think you're doing?"
He didn't have time to answer Terrance's static burst of a comcast, and only response was an affirmative response click in the same motion that turns the device off. Pain was shooting up his legs as he clattered down the stairs as fast as he could. His only hope would be to out run the Necros. He didn't want them entering the building and climbing the stairs, essentially trapping him. As he rounded the stairs on the third floor a voice in the back of his head told him that this was a horrible risk if the Necros some how missed the two humans resting on a building during a relatively cool morning. There was no heading back now, he had already made up his mind, and the hesitation needed to rethink his reaction would be long enough to be caught with two Necros behind him and no where to run.
A sick scraping hiss sound echoed from the lobby below him. The Necros had sensed them, but maybe his decisive action still wouldn't be enough. Screeching noises sounded off the walls as Sandy pounded down the last set of steps to face one of the monsters, eye to eye. It stood at least seven foot tall and had broad shoulders and it's skin had the look of black chitin. It's eyes seemed to be crusted over with blood, but it's head swung around in Sandy's direction as he slid into the lobby. This Necros had an oddly humanoid shape even though it was hunched over, and had a distended face with a row of blackened razor sharp teeth. A sound like someone tearing a chicken leg on Thanksgiving morning only amplified horribly came out of the elongated mouth of the Necros.
Sandy briefly thought about his chances of running back up the stairs and hoping the thing had a horrible short term memory, but that moment passed as his arm rose on it's own accord and pulled the trigger on the Uzi. He had forgotten about the Uzi and was surprised to see it bucking in his hand as bullets slammed into the face and chest of the Necros. Ichor spewed from it's chest to splatter across the floor. Sandy didn't let go of the firing stud until the bullets had stopped coming, but the thing was already starting to get up.
His free hand grabbed his only extra clip and slammed it into place before the first had hit the ground. Instead of emptying this clip into the beast he ran for the door, and out into the quickly warming air. A woman was waiting for him there. She helda golden skull in her hands and she was such an imposing figure that Sandy almost didn't notice the dog like Necros standing beside her.
Panic and hesitation set in.
posted by Goddamn Batman at 1:00 PM
1 Comments:
the necros sound like such friendly characters.
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