BLAM- and the zombie's head was blown apart in a gory shower of infected blood and rotted flesh. Spinning around, Cordius Hawke blasted another headshot, thanks to well-honed skills first trained in on online games when he was a child, then the RPD, and now STARS.
There weren't alot of zombies here, not in this particular sector, but you just couldn't be too careful. These things... whatever they were, were everywhere... you could easily be swarmed and eaten if you weren't careful. That said, luckily they were slow, and rather stupid, any competent martial artist could fend them off if there weren't so many of them.
Cordius suddenly spotted movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned around, training his handgun on the figure who raised his hands immediately "Jesus Christ Corde, don't shoot me!" yelled the man, and Cordius lowered his gun, realising who the guy was.
"Sorry Juan" he grimaced, "Not a problem, these bastards are getting on my nerves too.. wheres Mark?" he asked of the third STARS in their party. "I don't know, I told him to meet me here." "Think he got killed?" "Nah, I think hes pretty competent, he won't get killed like that... plus I didn't hear any screams."
"... thats rather morbid you know" John sighed and rubbed his eyes. No STARS or RPD officer had any real sleep since this incident began. The things were expanding, slowly but surely through the city, and it was their job to rescue as many people as they could before it was too late.
"Aruuuuggghhhhh..." -Bang- -Bang-
"Shhhsshh, what was that?" John asked, knowing full well what it probably was. "Sounds like zombies, lets go check it out" Corde answered, and the pair of them set off toward the sound of the moaning, and hopefully another survivor.