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The zombie woman didn't pause even as her arms were hacked at. She flopped around at this point trying to tackle the little boy. The blades it once held fell from her hacked and rotting hands.

Nick's upper lip curled in a snarl as Riot just turned and walked away. She obviously had no care for the Zombies that were attacking around them. Odd enough that they didn't seem to come over to them.
"It's mine you b*****d..." Such an ego, but where had she seen him before?

There was one solution... Without a second thought she tightened the whip around Ander's neck and placed a steel toe boot on his shoulder to help tighten the whip. His life or the pendant.

"So, shall I take what is yours than?" She switched hands that held the whip, to the hand that was still hidden behind the cloak. "I can easily set this on fire.... And I will have no regrets."

((Waaah so much happened. D= ))

As the arm drew closer, Blade was able to see what they were exactly. His dark red eyes widened as he saw what seemed to be rotted corpses making their way into the camp. If that wasn't enough, they soon launched an attack!

He was too far away from any of them to know how they were moving, or to be able to tell where they had come from exactly. It really didn't matter so much at this point. In any case, now that he had a better idea of what the hell was happening here, he didn't feel quite as scared. Having some idea was better than facing a complete unknown after all.

For a moment or two, he watched as chaos broke out while the zombies struck out at just about anyone that happened to be around. Chances were that it wouldn't take too long before they find him in the tent. And there were so many around that he would definitely have one hell of a fight on his hands.

But.. in the end it may be better to not be cornered in the small tent space.

The thief took a few moments to take a couple deep breaths and ready himself. Once he felt he was ready, he moved on out. For now, he avoided making any quick movements to try and avoid gathering too much attention towards himself. Once outside of the tent, he had a better view of all the insanity and madness that used to be the party. Not far from where he stood, he saw a vaguely familiar person. Most likely he saw him somewhere in the party earlier on.

That didn't really matter anyway, since it looked like the guy was struggling against someone. It was a little hard to tell with the fog in the area. So, with a grimace, he dashed his way towards them while griping on his weapon. Drawing closer, he made an attempt to lop the creature's head off if possible.

As he made his way through the darkness, Blade was able to see that a few of the zombies spent little time to pick him out as a target. They had weaponry as well, but he supposed it was good they didn't have any guns. At least none of the ones around him. Their movements were rather sloppy, but there were so many of them all together.

"Hey! How are you holding up?" he shouted over at the one that was already fending himself from the creatures. Soon after speaking up, he went to try and parry one of the blows before trying to sink his weapon into one of their chests.

Now that he was a lot closer to them, he was able to see how they worked. There were wires around and through their body which seemed to hold them together. For the time being, he didn't see a whole lot of significance to that, but he tried to keep it in mind in case something comes up that may make things easier for them as a whole.

One thing for certain though, these zombies smelled rancid. And up close, they were a horrible sight to see as well.

Hugo soon found himself having to fend off three different pairs of swords. Against his single talon knife, it wasn't much of a fight. He was effectively cut off from running to Riot's aid. Swearing, the boy began dancing between the blades, abandoning all attempts to take the offense. With a total of six swords to keep from- he had his hands full.

Despite his agility and light-footed movements, the boy was already losing blood. He was hardly a seasoned warrior so even the sloppy, wild blows from the Zombies were proving too much for him. Another cry ripped from his throat as a sword met with his shoulder, another promptly swept out and caught his leg.

Blade's inquiry went unheard. The world was beginning to blur and mesh together, colors darkened and the shadows seemed to loom. A small blessing was that the pain was slowly growing more and more distant. He raised his hand and began throwing his blade out in the same wild, mindless movements that the zombies were bombarding him with.

Marcia had no choice but to help she sprinted forward toward Blade and the injured boy, the boy looked like he was in dire trouble, and Blade was fending off three zombies of his own. "Hey" she said coming the the kid's side. "Can you still move?" she asked, it was going to be harder to fend them off with this kid hurt. At least they were slow... but they didn't know when to stop it seemed. Marcia ripped a piece of cloth off of her dress and tried to use it to stop the bleeding coming from Hugo's back.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Marcia come into view. Blade felt a little relieved that he had some help, even if she was dealing with the boy moreso than himself. But the kid needed it more, and now he didn't have to worry as much about the guy.

At the moment, he had enough on his plate with five zombies coming after him. He just hoped that Marcia knew how to fight outside of a zoid as well.

Better me than the half-dead kid for now...

He quickly shifted to the side as one of the zombies struck out with two swords. The tips of the blades just managed to graze against his arm as he moved, causing the young man to hiss through his teeth in pain. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped forth and made a slash right for the zombie's throat.