Ģo Ӑhead Ӑnd Нate Ϻe Ƚike Ŷou Ϣant Ҭo
Trying to maneuver himself, a huge bag and Alistair whilst carrying a machete was harder than he'd originally thought and he kept bashing his sides on his arms against the sides of the fire escape. He kept going, not letting the jolts of pain slow him down but used them to speed himself up, breathing through a clenched jaw, cutting a zombie down with one awkward swing of his machete as he reached the top, waiting for Nessa.
He could feel the edge of his vision turning red as he watched the zombies come closer and he struggled not to let his anger get the worst of him. He stayed calm, in through the nose, out through the mouth, in the the nose... He wished he had a gun. His homemade flame thrower back at his base would have been great. Or even just a bottle of feul and a few matches... He sighed, in through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the nose out through...
He could see people further away, watching the spectacle. His green eyes narrowed as he tried to make them out. There was a red haired guy/girl a few roofs over, trying to make their way to them and there was someone a lot further away that he could only make out as a shapeless blob in the distance. But every time a shot came there would be a tiny flash of light from them. So they were the sniper by the looks of things.
He smiled, a small relief in this hardened world. Someone was actually trying to help them. He blinked smoke out of his eyes, pulling the scarf he wore up to cover his mouth and nose, the hood on the jumper up to cover his white hair. The smoke still irritated his eyes, but at least he wasn't breathing in the ash and smoke anymore. He could still smell it though. Rotting corpses being cooked was a horrible smell. One he dearly wished to never have to smell again.
"Nessa, We have a sniper over there" he said, pointing to blob in the distance before pointing to another fire escape on a different building,
"and we have someone on their was to us". He felt itchy all over, wishing for a gun of some sort instead of his trusty machete just so he could help the others out more efficiently. But at the moment, all he could do was carry Alistair. Speaking of whom...
"You start whining again, i will shove my socks in your mouth" he said, tone coming out bored and irritated.
~ℱuck this, I want to go home and sleep~
He looked to the gap between the buildings and growled. He wouldn't be able to make it, not with a backpack full of cargo and a person both currently riding on his back. The gap was too big. He'd have to find a different route. With a sigh he scanned the nearest rooftops for a path to the one he needed to get to. He wouldn't be able to make it to any of them. He growled again, frustration eating away at him and he swore, starting to pace the edge of the building, looking for a way to get across to at least any other roof.
Finally spotting one with only a couple meters gap he sighed, the frustration easing just a tiny bit so he could measure and weigh his options. He went to the opposite side of the building, flexed his legs a few times then stared at the roof he wanted to get to. Without hesitating he ran, leaping at the last second, body stretching out and he landed oh his front, the side of his head impacting with the cement. At least the food in his bag hadn't been damaged and now he and Alistair were safe.
He coughed and got up, leaping from roof to roof, some of them only had a gap between them the size of a step so he didn't have to jump. By the time he reached Aki and Maiko he was sore all over and his legs were aching. He bit his lip and waited for Nessa, forcing himself to keep moving, pacing back and forth across the roof. If he stopped moving he felt like he'd never be able to move again.
Ŷou ℂan't Нate Ϻe Ӑs Ϻuch Ӑs Ϊ Ӑlready Đo
Name: Jimmy "Skull" Knox
Pack: Knife, water bottles, food, Machete and a small first aid kit
Health: 90%
Where: escaping a burning building
With: Alistair, Nessa, Maiko and Aki
[OOC: Sorry for the long post ]
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