Running On Borrowed Time (O/A)

[Yoshielite]

Wilhelm Steinherz

"Verrücktes Wunderkind"

☢Just Another Day Here:☢ A Convenience Store
☠Other Survivors I’m With:☠ Cain, Nitori, Esmai, Liam, Loretta, Xenia, Zach, Jacqueline, Doktor (Stanislav), New Girl (Nina), Newer Girl (Yssah)
☠And I'm:☠ Failing to Protect My Group
☠What’s On My Mind:☠ It's all my fault...
☠OOC:☠ ((I'll be posting another Varyn post, but feel free to post before it's up since he'll be off on his own and none of this stuff affects him.))

Wilhelm tried to get up. He was shaky; there was no way he would be able to get out of the way in time. He raised his arms up to fend off the malicious charge- but it never came. A mutated zombie flew through the air and intercepted the Brawler mid-charge, sending them both to the ground in a heap. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw Liam over by Cain. The big guy was still on his feet, after all. He was so thoroughly amazed at the kid's sheer willpower and strength. He wasn't sure if the kid was brainless or not, but he sure did some brave work. His thoughts were cut short when he saw a Gorger fly across the room again in another direction. He heard the roar and bolted for his discarded shotgun, sliding to it and readying it in his hands. He brought it around to bear at the enraged behemoth. He shot at it once, trying to trip it up- but it didn't slow down. The shrapnel tore through its leg but the limb did not give way. He quickly shot two more times. One hit it in the back and the other missed completely. He swore and got to his feet only to see Liam get carried through a wall. His heart sunk and he ran forward, spotting the Gorger that was crawling back over to Cain. He quickly turned and held his position, firing at it until the last shell blew open its skull and it stopped moving. He quickly reached in his pocket and began loading new shells into the gun during the small respite he had. Unfortunately, it seemed like the two at the door were having trouble with the incoming hoard, and now the other Gorger was heading straight for Loretta and Nitori. He forgot about everything else, rushing over to try and help.

Nina was able to clear herself of the debris that had hit her and swung out at the Brawler that was attacking Yssah with her sword. It pierced through the flesh on its back, causing it to turn away from its original target and towards her. This Brawler was not a very bright or focused one. It had never been in the fray of battle before. It acted like a greenhorn: charging in at the first sight of prey, swinging around its arms wildly and getting distracted easily from any target upon getting hurt.

Wilhelm wanted to fire at the Gorger in combination with Loretta, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to do enough. He ran over to them and asked, "Are you alright?" Then his eyes widened and he turned around back to the front, remembering that they were getting overwhelmed and that Cain would need help. He let out a frustrated growl in self-reprimand for doing something that could have severely endangered his teammates. "Mein Lieblingskind; Libelingsfraulein- Run and shoot. I will be back, I promise." He quickly ran back to Cain and tried to help him out as he watched Xenia and Stanislav slowly retreat as they fired at the onslaught that came in the doors. Once Cain was completely set, he would turn around to the noises he heard coming from the hole in the wall. He approached the gap quickly and looked inside to see blood plastered all over the walls and the Brawler flinging around the limp corpse of their blonde-haired companion. He wanted to punch himself for not being able to save the guy. Liam had just sacrificed himself to save both of them. Wilhelm felt shame and anger rise in his chest as he turned and went back to Cain. "He's dead." the German said coldly, "And now we need to run. Get them out of here, I will help in the front." He looked back to Loretta and Nitori as he said this, but then his eyes flicked back to Cain. "Help them kill that Brawler in the back if they need it, that thing is blocking our exit." With that, he ran off to help Stanislav and Xenia hold down the front to stall the advancing hoard. They could only hope that it would be able to buy them enough time to kill the Brawler and get out of the back door.

Hope the kind

Xelyn_X13

Qunarti

X_Treachery_X

 

[Yoshielite]

Location: Abandoned Chemical Mill
Known Survivor Population: Alone
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Slight Wind Building
Zombie Concentration: Overwhelming
Known Mutated Zombie Population: Too Many to Count
Danger Level: Certain Death

NPC Event

Varyn quickly fished into his pocket as he ran, pulling out a taclight and attaching it to the barrel of his submachine gun. He regulated his breathing as he ran down the twists and turns of alleyways, not pausing for anything. He hurdled overturned dumpsters and continued on, leaving everything in the dust. Soon enough, he came by the twin facilities he was looking for. He took a deep breath and kept running until he got to the entrance. All mills, plants, and housing units were known to be housing for Shriekers. In fact, wherever there were Shriekers, Zannibals gathered. So this was a double whammy. They loved quiet, dark areas, so as long as he snuck by without making too much noise, everything would be okay. He would not turn on any lights, but would make use of his tac light and the natural light flowing through the broken structure, open doors, and windows. He could only hope that it would be enough to get him through these places alive. He knew that every survivor's safety depended on the successful completion of his mission. He quickly moved up to the side of the door, noting the familiar smell of acetone, rotting flesh, and blood. There must have been a lot of blood to keep the scent so fresh in the place. There was no doubt in his mind that this place was a feeding ground for Zannibals. That was just his luck. He peered inside and was met by the face of a Zannibal. He simply just stood there, and the zombie stared at the large bush for a moment before lunging at it. He wasn't sure whether or not it could tell he was a human or just assumed he was food. Either way, he did not want to find out. He just assumed that his camouflage would no longer work on these mutated and opted for quick efficiency. He shot it in the back of the head with the silenced gun, not wanting to wake up the Shriekers. He knew they were there.

He stepped through the door and looked both ways, seeing a whole nest of the creatures. The floor was coated in blood and bones and flesh and limbs. He could hardly make out the metal deckplates beneath him. It was rather disgusting, but it was much more dangerous. That meant that there was going to be little traction should he get into a firefight. He moved along the wall slowly, looking around to see if any were reacting to his presence. Most were unaware of it for the moment, and only a pair of them moved towards him. He could see the winged hellspawn that were clustered in the rafters above him and frowned. At least he still had his earplugs on. He quickly moved to the southern stairwell, ignoring the zombies around him for now. As he approached his destination, he slung his rifle and retrieved his machete. He had a feeling he was going to need it as he went below: that was the place that they loved the most. As he descended the steps, he hacked away at the Zannibals that seemed to pepper the corridor and stairwell. He then stopped and turned around to see the other two following him down. He walked back up to them and slaughtered them as well, not wanting to be in a prime position for an ambush.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he returned the machete to its rightful place and readied his gun in front of him, flicking on the taclight. He illuminated the dull eyes of an army of the zombie cannibals, but they were all focused on some other living things at the moment. It seemed that there were some stray dogs barking at them and they were closing in on the kill. He could hear their hungry groans and yells along with the painful canine yelps and tearing of flesh. He quickly walked past them, moving to the storage room. Once there, he scoured the labels for specific items, placing them into his duffel bag that he had emptied. He had placed the food and water into Esmai's and Nitori's bag so that even though they were heavier, they would have a better chance of surviving longer. He certainly hoped that Wilhelm was getting them out alright. He seemed like he was better as a lone wolf or in a small group, but he did not know the man very well. Once he had finished, he zipped up the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He huffed at the weight and moved towards the door, but not before grabbing a can of kerosene in his free hand. He ran out of the storage room, grabbing the attention of the Zannibals. He squeezed past their group and tossed the can into the middle of them, setting a rag ball on fire and tossing it with the can. Then he shot the canister open to let the liquid splash and spill, setting a large group of them on fire. It soon began to spread from zombie to zombie as they ran about and collided with one another. It was a beautiful distraction that would soon become a catastrophe as the fire spread. He knew that he would soon hear the awful shrill noise from the Shriekers, but hoped that he was far enough away when it happened. As he bolted up the stairs, he pushed a Zannibal over the railing out of his way. Once he got out of the Chemical Mill, he ran as fast as he could to the other plant, moving into its control room. On his way in, he passed by a Gnasher but did not notice it. Its head reared as it heard the footsteps and heartbeat move rapidly away from it and then to the dead end room. A grin spread over its face and it got up.

The sound of knives grating together filled the air as it slowly followed its prey.

Hope the kind

Qunarri

Xeyln_X13

X_Treachery_X

 

[Xelyn Craft]

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As Cain called for help, Liam came over to try and pull him out, but no sooner had the big guy reached out to grab his hand than the brawler that had been struck by the flying gorger came barreling right through the blonde. Cain shouted in protest, his voice cracking as Liam was smashed through the wall and the brawler continued it's relentless assault on the big guy's now limp body. He knew it was over for Liam and blamed himself. First Cain had shot the poor man and then even after surviving, Liam sacrificed himself to save Cain. This couldn't be happening. Cain just stared at the carnage in horror as the brawler pounded Liam's already dead body into a bloody pulp.

Over with Loretta, Nitori shrieked in horror as the the other gorger was now headed in their direction. She started pelting it with rocks and ruble but it still crept towards them. "Go away!" She screamed at the ugly monster, backing up and grabbing on to Loretta's hand. Wilhelm ran over to the two and told them to run before heading back for Cain. "No, I don't want to leave you!" Nitori shouted after him, but Loretta picked the little girl up and started heading in the opposite direction, shooting at the monsters as she went. Nitori tried to struggle, but she wasn't strong enough, so instead she just cried and shouted out for Wilhelm and her other friends.

As the German reached Cain, he helped the man out from under the shelving unit that had fallen on him and snapped him out of his trance. Liam was gone now, there was no point is wasting time wishing he wasn't when everyone else's lives were in danger. Cain gave a quick thanks to Wilhelm before grabbing up his weapon and the bags he had dropped. Wilhelm confirmed that Liam was dead before giving Cain instructions on what to do. He wanted Cain to help the two new girls fight off the brawler that was attacking them. Great, another one of the stupid things. He was getting awfully tired of brawlers pretty fast. Cain nodded to the German man before running over to help Yssah and Nina. Pulling the long machete out of his bag, Cain took a running start at the brawler that had it's back turned to him before jumping up on to it and wrapping his arms around it's thick neck. A deafening roar came from the mutated as it thrashed around, trying to get Cain off, but he kept holding on with one arm as he lifted his weapon with the other and trust it down into the brawler's skull. It flailed in agony, smashing Cain against a wall and knocking him off of it successfully.

After Cain hit the wall, he slid down it and onto his butt, hitting the ground rather roughly. His machete was still sticking out of the brawler's head since Cain's hand had slipped off of the handle when he had the air knocked out of him. Still, the brawler kept moving. Though it did seem to be in an awful lot of pain. It wasn't aiming now, too busy roaring in agony and flailing in all directions, but that may have made it even more dangerous. Objects were flying in all directions as it swung it's arms out at everything in reach. It was much too close to Cain and the other two and would hit one or more of them if this kept up. They needed to find a way to take it out, and fast, before another one of them ended up dead.

 

[Yoshielite]

Location: Abandoned Fuel Plant
Known Survivor Population: Alone
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Calm and Clear
Zombie Concentration: Overwhelming
Known Mutated Zombie Population: Too Many to Count
Danger Level: Certain Death

NPC Event

Varyn rushed into the Plant without hesitation. He had planned this out a thousand times before, so he knew that he wouldn't mess up. Making his way into the control room, he pulled off his mask so that he could breathe and see better. As he caught his breath, he moved closer and pulled off the hood of his suit so that none of the stray strands of the material would get in his face. Then he set to work. He quickly made a subroutine inquiry into the venting pumps and noting that they could be redirected to the sewer system. Good. That was the first thing he needed to know. He quickly rerouted the liquid ventilation system to pump out directly into the sewage system. Next, he pulled up the emergency protocols and used the virtual 'skeleton key' he had on a flash drive to override the safety bar and access each of the options. Out of everything, he chose the emergency containment switch and the emergency venting procedure. With the emergency containment switch, he would be able to transfer all of the leftover reserves to the liquid ventilation holding chamber. He quickly punched the button to initiate the command and heard the system start up, clunking and clanking as everything moved along on its way. He waited for the noise to stop and let out a slow exhale. This might take a bit. After all, it said that the fuel reserves were currently at sixty-eight point two three percent. On top of that, the storage capacity for this facility was absolutely astronomical... He would have no doubt that his plan would work, especially with that insane amount of fuel.

He took off his earplugs for a moment since he knew there were no Shriekers in this facility. It was nice to be able to hear clearly again, although the noises coming from the plant were rather loud. He was about to pop them back in when he could have sworn he heard the all-too-familiar noise of metal-on-metal grinding... and not the types from dull machinery. It sounded like... knives! He spun around to see the hideous abomination he had hoped to high hell he was done with. It stopped in its tracks as he turned around and flexed its claws. He reached for his high-caliber sniper rifle and it charged at him, giving him no time to ready his weapon. He jumped to the side as it lashed out, clipping a bit of his hair off. If he was any slower, he would have been missing a chunk of his face instead. He rolled and landed up in one knee, steadying his rifle against a nearby bar. He made sure that the stands were on the other side of the bar to help him with the recoil from the gun. It had already begun to charge him, so he had no choice but to fire without properly aiming. It tried to dodge, but at their close proximity there was simply no time for it. The bullet ripped through the left side of the undead monster, blowing off a chuck of its chest along with its arm. It let out a shrill hiss of pain as it spun from the impact and then continued coming after him. That's when he shot again, this time tearing off its other arm. He swore at himself for missing its head but was force to abandon his post as it came crashing into the bar in a fit of rage. His rifle clattered to the ground and the Gnasher let bits of the metal bar fall from its teeth. He let out an exhale and took out his silenced submachine gun. He had no desire to fight this thing in close quarters, even if it was missing its arms.

There was another hiss and a charge, causing him to tuck and roll to the side. He brought his gun to bear only to note that the zombie was almost on top of him already. He quickly rolled, narrowly avoiding the jaws of death. His pulse was coursing with adrenaline; his heart raced in his chest, threatening to burst out of it. The mutated infected spun right around and pounced on him, forcing him to the ground. He was glad it no longer had its arms, leaving him to barely be able keep the thing's gaping toothy maw at bay. He tucked his knees up above his stomach and then shot his legs forward while twisting his body- what his mentor had taught him known as the 'shrimp'. It launched the Gnasher back off of him, but it was quicker to get to its feet than he was to get on his. He couldn't understand how impossibly fast it was getting, and not it was nearly on him again. e didn't have time to dodge. At this rate, he'd lose an- BOOM! A large explosion temporarily deafened the two combatants and shook the ground they stood on, sending both human and zombie to the ground. They were unable to move for a moment as the shockwave from the newly destroyed chemical plant ripped through the air. His eyes looked at the eyeless zombie, and it was confirmed that this was as good of a chance as he would get. He quickly brought his rifle to his chest and sat up, placing his finger down on the trigger in short, controlled bursts. He did not aim for the face-no, that would have been asking to injure himself. Instead, he aimed at the beast's legs, tearing through the flesh and bone with the silenced rounds. Before long, the Gnasher was only able to flop around like a fish. It was no longer an immediate threat. He let out a sharp exhale of relief and shook his head to shake off the terror that had just flooded his mind a moment before.

As it hissed and flailed in its new permanent position, he made his way back to the computer screen. The transfer read that it was complete. Honestly, it had probably been complete for a bit. It never did take too long for a liquid transfer between holding chambers. Then he went back to the emergency menu and punched the key to initialize the emergency liquid vent, sending the fuel into the sewage system. He hoped that it would be able to spread enough for what was left of his forty-five minute timer. He also prayed that the others would be able to get out or at least be out of harm's way before it went off. With that, he took off to his final position. He checked the synchronized timer on his watch: 19:42. Damn, that wasn't a lot of time at all.

Hope the kind

Qunarri

Xeyln_X13

X_Treachery_X

 

[Yoshielite]

Location: Abandoned City
Known Survivor Population: 12
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Partially Cloudy
Zombie Concentration: High
Known Mutated Zombie Population: Too Many To Count
Danger Level: Very High

Title Event

The Mercenary Leader stroked his beard curiously as they approached the Hospital, wondering what in the world the Ghile-cloaked survivor was actually up to. He was sure that Brady would have found him and his group by now, knowing the idiot of a southern man all too well. However, he was sure that this time it would have been fateful for the all-to-rash man. After all, the survivor had been gathering all the other survivors in the city. He was sure of it; but for what purpose? He could never really read the guy. All he was certain of was that there were at least a half of a dozen of survivors in his group and that they had injured. He really couldn't know what else was true. "We need to get in there. Maya, Martin, I want you both to go in after that survivor and his group. Bring as many zombies as you need and eliminate them." he ordered, leaning to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. He sighed, looking around the streets. Everything was so empty. He had been expecting more survivors in a city this size, but he wouldn't stop until he had weeded them all out. They were almost finished with the entire city, but as soon as they finished with this troublesome group they could return to the northern parts of the city that remained untouched. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were overlooking something...

"Yes Chief!"
"Yes Chief!"
Both mercenaries responded and took off, obeying their leader. It wouldn't be long now before they would have their victory. They took off in unison, ordering forward a group of their own. They were not as reckless as Brady was- they took their time checking their flanks and looking for any hidden traps that may have been laid out for them. As they approached the stairs, they took point and moved in before their group of zombies. Each one of them wanted to be the one to get the head of the survivor and bring it back to their leader since they knew they would be rewarded well. When they started to reach the second floor, they noticed that there was some smoke in the air. Martin looked at Maya curiously with a tinge of concern.
"This was not Brady's doing. This smoke is most likely from military-grade smoke grenades. I'm guessing that one of the survivors, namely our target, had them and used the for an escape when they were ambushed by Brady's team." she said quickly, moving up the stairs. When they reached the top, they could hear the huffing of a Brawler and could hear it moving around. Both of them concentrated and moved in, trying to pick apart the smokey room. They heard a roar of challenge from the Brawler and took aim, blowing the zombie's legs clean off. They didn't have time to deal with an insubordinate zombie. Martin scoffed and Maya checked in the room next to them after seeing a heap of blood. Her eyes widened as she saw the form of a corpse underneath a blood-specked blanket. There was blood dripping down from the examining table onto the floor, so she took her steps carefully, ignoring the last shot out of Martin's rifle that silenced the Brawler. She lifted up the sheet to see the paled face of a young boy with red hair. She had never seen the kid, but thought for a moment that he may have been kinda cute. She shrugged and tossed the sheet back over the corpse, not wanting to look at it anymore. As she came back out into the hallway, she noticed Martin was crouched over by another corpse... this one was familiar.
"The idiot got himself killed." The thick African accent reached her ears, but brought on no sympathy from her.
"Serves him right; he wanted to hog the glory." She scoffed and continued walking on into the hallway. There was an open door with zombie corpses and living zombies milling about. She quickly took note that they must have lost track of the people in this room thanks to the smoke. She sighed in frustration. As she analyzed the contents of the room, Martin pressed forward down the hallway He saw some bloody foot prints heading to the right, so he first checked to the left and then swept to the right. He saw no one, but his attention was brought back to the left. There was one of those... things that had nearly killed him back when they were rounding up zombies. He was certain that out of all of the zombies, these ones no longer felt or could understand things. Everything else could, especially with a Zombie Hoarder around. He was glad to see it dead.
"Maya, get over here!" he called out, looking back to see his teammate come out of the hazy interior. She ran over to join him and her eyebrows raised at seeing the Gnasher dead on the ground, but then she saw what he was drawing attention to: footprints. "Let's go."
She nodded and followed him, each checking the empty rooms and corridors for an ambush lying in wait. They reached the end of the bloody trail at an operating room that looked prepped for some kind of surgical procedure. As they entered, they knew it was devoid of any survivors... save the single arm laying on the table beside the bed. They looked at the curiously clean cut until an explosion echoed across the way from outside. It was distant, but they could still catch the sound as it traveled through the air. Both of them looked at each other and then down at their sides as their walkies lit up with their leader's voice. "Maya, Martin." the gruff voice crackled through the air from the shoddy speakers of the communication devices. She picked her up first and Martin noded, standing guard.

"Yes, Chief?"
"That explosion came from the Industrial Area. It has to be him. I want you to-" The voice cut off for a moment as a raspy voice interjected. There was silence for a bit and then it resumed. "I want you back down here now. We have to figure this out."
"Yes Chief." she answered bluntly before turning to Martin. "Let's go."
He nodded and they ran back down the corridors, signalling for the zombies to search the rest of the building, just in case. Now that their priority target was elsewhere, they could move on.

The Mercenary leader had been interrupted... by a Hoarder. His temper had flared and he blew it's head off with his magnum before it could say what it had to report from the field. He didn't like to be interrupted, plain and simple. Each of the other Hoarders had been briefed on the situation, but now none of them wanted to speak. It was amazing just how frightened they could be at the prospect of their own death... even though they had already died. The leader waited patiently for minutes as his team members came back from the Hospital. As they approached, he noted that they were breathing a bit heavily. Good, they had sprinted down here to meet up with him. He could always count on those to to give him prompt returns and valuable information. "What've you got for me?"
"The survivors were not there, Chief."
"They have one survivor missing about half of his arm and possibly more injured, Chief."
"Brady is dead."
"They have lost a survivor."
"We have left our troops there to scout the area in case anyone still lingers there."

Both of them stood silent for a moment as their leader laughed. He continued to laugh for a bit before he abruptly cut himself off with a frown and furrowed brows. "Once again, you have both proven yourselves immeasurably useful. Brady was an idiot and made a poor judgement call that led to his demise. We know that an explosion just came from the Industrial Area and that it was most likely caused by the man we have set out to kill. However, we aren't sure if it is a diversion or not. We cannot afford to keep chasing him blindly through these streets, as it has proven to be a waste of our time and resources. Also, if we are out at night we stand at a substantial risk to lose many things. Even so, we cannot allow them to leave this city alive. We need to find out where they are, and quickly. Here are your new orders:" His eyes flicked over to Maya.
"Maya, you are the fastest of us. I want you to check out the situation at the Industrial Park. Take some Hoarders with you in case you run into any problems." Martin's eyes narrowed in mild jealousy.
Maya smiled. "Yes, Chief."
"Martin, you are our best fighter and sniper." His eyes laid on the tall muscular man with emphasis. "Should any of them get out from underneath us, I want you to eliminate them before they can escape."
The dark-skinned man grinned, realizing that they were each given great opportunities to find and kill the survivor. "Yes, Chief."
"Go then, and quickly."

Both members set off in the direction of their separate duties with haste. Each of them wanted to be the one to kill the bush-man. The mercenary leader sat back and smiled, not noticing the commotion off in the distance beyond the scope of the human vision's limits. About ten minutes later, a Hoarder cautiously approached him with some news.
"Sir... Some survivors were spotted in a convenience store a bit up the road and are fighting with our advance troops as we speak."
The smile faded and he waved the Hoarder away, who quickly fell back in line.
"Get this thing moving to that store. Now!" he commanded, getting sufficiently prompt replies from the zombies. As the undead caravan moved in on its target, he smiled.

[[OOC: Well, first of the force posts; prepare yourselves!]]

Qunarti

Hope the kind

Xelyn_X13

X_Treachery_X

 

[Yoshielite]

Location: Convenience Store
Survivors Affected: Nina, Stanislav, Zach, Wilhelm, Esmai, Loretta, Xenia, Cain, Nitori, Jacqueline, Yssah
Event: Infected Group
Zombie Concentration: High
Known Mutated Zombie Population: 4... now 1.
Danger Level: Very High

MIXED HOARD

The Hoarder of the group was very short lived in this instance. It had moved in to the store to try and get a visual so that it could report back to the Mercenary Group, but found some stray bullets lodged in its skull and body as the trio unloaded their ammunition into the advancing hoard. That was one more of the mutated infected down, and that left three more alive. One of them was busy with the bloody body of their dead comrade, one was fighting three survivors with a machete stuck in its brain, and the other was being shot at. Meanwhile, the hoard of zombies continued in, causing the trio of survivors to backtrack once again from the opening of the shop. It was absolute madness at how many were starting to pour in; as if someone had just opened up the flood gates of hell. They had very little time left, and the survivors were running low on ammunition and places to run.

The Gorger that crept up on Loretta, Cain, and Nitori huffed in pain at the bullets and growled a little as two of the scents disappeared. However, the dead smelling one stayed, and now the Gorger didn't care. It was simply too hungry to care. That's when a new smell arrived. Its beady little eyes could make out the blurry figures of the two as it got closer, drool and decayed matter pouring from its gaping maw. Soon enough there were more loud noises and pain. It felt one of its shoulders give out as a bullet tore through the joint and tendons. That slowed it considerably, allowing it to only push with its feet and crawl with one arm. some of the bullets missed, and others hit its leg and torso. It was now incredibly slow, unable to follow even an infant if it wanted to. A burp came from its gullet, along with a gurgle of hunger as the two smells rushed away from where they once were. It watched and smelled helplessly as its food ran away and it could hardly follow. It was no longer much of a threat- especially when a stray slab of concrete smashed into it, pinning it to the ground.

The Brawler was insanely pissed now. It could feel the sharp painful thing in its head and roared, shaking off the human who caused it so much new pain. It began thrashing and flailing about, missing Yssah and breaking a new chunk out of the wall. It hurled the piece in a random direction that happened to fall right onto another undead, pinning it to the ground. It roared again, but this time its voice was cut off with a gurgle by a blade passing through its neck. As its head rolled off, the Brawler froze and began to fall. Most would have thought it was dead- but certainly not Cain. Especially not after the incident he had with one in the Hospital lobby. Without warning, the body stood straight back up and lashed out, smacking Nina off to the side and into Jacqueline. Both survivors would share the impact and hit the ground a bit stunned. Both would have some scrapes and bruises, but Nina would also have a large bruise on her arm and an aggravated shoulder from the impact of the side-swipe. Although it wasn't roaring, the headless Brawler thrashed about like a beast in rage, swinging out and hitting Yssah and Cain away from it before charging out in a direction it thought it had been hit from. It turned out that it had instead charged towards the front, flying behind the other survivors and into a group of zombies. The tangled mass of zombies collided with the shelving units barricading the door, scattering them and cracking the door open from the impact. Soon enough even more zombies coursed through like blood from a freshly opened wound, giving the survivors their last warning to flee. Their path through the exit was open, and each of them was clear to make a break for it.

[[OOC: Okay... 2 down, 1-3 more to go... BUT I have work until late tonight; unless they cut my hours again (which I'll be pissed about). In all, I'm not sure exactly how long it will be before all of these are up.]]

Hope the kind

Xelyn_X13

Qunarti

X_Treachery_X

 

[Yoshielite]

Location: Convenience Store
Survivors Affected: All of Group
Name: Zachary
Encounter Type: Tag-Along
Danger Level: Very High

NPC EVENT- Zachary

Zachary was terrified, traumatized, and totally frozen. He was unable to process all of the information that was going on behind the gaping maw of the Gorger. There was Loretta and Nitori, sure, but then... then...

He had watched as the big Liam was fighting with only one arm, and was trying to help. Zach had started crying when he saw the big boy get flung through the air towards the nice kid who was trapped, looking for help. What he had no idea about, was what had happened when the Brawler smashed into Liam before he could finish helping the black and white haired boy out from under the shelf. He screamed out, "LIAAAAAAAM!" at the top of his lungs as he saw his superhero best friend disappear with a Brawler and the cloud of debris that poofed out from the side. He had no idea what was happening, but he could hear everything. He heard the smashing, the pulpy smacking, the roaring, no voices, and the cracking of what could only be bones breaking. The little boy was petrified in his mind, but his body shook uncontrollably, forcing tears down his face and short gasps of air.

The lady had left with the little girl and had forgotten about him with her arms full. Then the nice lady came. He couldn't snap out of it, but she was helping him get away from the big eating monster. She shot at it and moved in front of him, trying to get him away from the zombie and move him back towards the rest of the group, who seemed to be scattered all about from their now finished fight with a Brawler. He was tormented by what he just saw, but he didn't want to believe that Liam was dead. There was no way. The big boy was bigger and stronger than all of them... he would still be alive... they had to help him. As the entire group picked themselves up and ran out the metal emergency door into the back streets of the Northwest Housing District, Esmai seemed to be helping the paralyzed Zach out of the store. As she took him out, he would snap out of his trance and start screaming.

"THE BIG LIAM! WE HAVE TO HELP HIM! HE'S STILL IN THERE! DON'T LEAVE HIM! WE HA-" The boy was sobbing uncontrollably until a loud report cut him off, sending a giant plume of concrete up from the ground by him and Esmai. A familiar accented voice shouted out to all of them.
"Sniper! Get down!"

There were two groups now on either side of the door, unable to move back or forth because of the open area covered by the sniper. They would have to trail their respective sides carefully as they moved into the tighter-knit Housing District for more cover and to meet up. One the left side were: Stanislav, Xenia, Jacqueline, and Loretta. On the right side were: Esmai, Zach, Cain, Nitori, Wilhelm, Yssah, and Nina. It was gonig to be tricky, but they would have to maneuver their way through the obstacles and use them as cover on the sides to try and avoid the sniper fire. Wilhelm had peeked his heaad out for a moment but withdrew it quickly. A moment later, a bullet kicked up concrete ahead of them, equating where it would be if he had just blown Wilhelm's cranium wide open.

[[OOC: Finally got one of these old-fashioned things in.]

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☢ Yssah Kruger ☢

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Luckily both girls had managed to dodge the Brawler's assault. It kept going right past them until it crashed into the wall and started smashing a few chunks out of it. Then it decided to turn around and try for Yssah again. Luck was on her side yet again as that's the exact moment one of the other survivors came in to help. A skinny guy with dark hair jumped on the Brawler's back like a monkey and stabbed a machete down into it's head. Yssah's other friend, the girl, also drew her weapon and managed to slice the big, ugly things head off. "Yea!" Yssah shouted out excitedly, pumping her fist in the air. That's when the Brawler got back up and started swinging it's arms around again. "Aw, nuts. I forgot about that part." She said, her arm dropping along with her mood. As Nina was smacked away by the thing like a fly, Yssah got up and started to run over to make sure the other girl was alright, but the Brawler got to her and the other guy that had helped out first. Both people went skidding across the floor in opposite directions.

Yssah blinked up at the ceiling and coughed, the wind knocked out of her by the blow to her stomach. "I'm gunna be feelin' that in the morning." she said, groaning and sitting back up. A loud crash came from the side and she looked over to see that the headless Brawler had knocked down their barricade and let even more zombies in. She growled and quickly stood up, running over to Cain first and pulling him to his feet, then to Nina and Jacqueline doing the same. She waved her arm at all of them in a motion to signal that they follow, then headed for the now open pathway through the back door. A few of the others had already headed out and they needed to all stay together. Now was their chance.

"Let's go!" She shouted back at them as she exited the building. As the others followed her out, she heard one of the kids screaming. Right outside the door, she looked back to see the little boy being carried out and yelling for them to go back for someone. She realized they must have lost someone and quickly took a head count in her own head. She saw all the faces there that she remembered except... the tall, strong one that was missing an arm. He must have been killed by those monsters. He was the most likely not to make it out after suffering such bad injuries. Yssah's face showed sadness still, she had so hoped to be able to save all of them. And the poor kid.... "Sniper! Get down!"

Large chunks of concrete exploded from the ground as the shot rang through the air. Yssah immediately ducked down, covering her head with her arms. "Dang it!" She said, noticing that some of them were on the other side of the door and if they crossed they would be right in the line of fire. They would have to split up. At least both kids were with her so she knew she could keep an eye on them. Another shot rang through the air as the German guy stuck his head around the corner and quickly moved it back. Thank goodness his head was still attached. Looking back to the one's on the other side, Yssah called out to them. "We have to split up! You guys make your way to the Housing part of the city! We will meet you there!" She said, before turning back to her group. She nodded to them, pointing in the direction they should go. "Let's go, we'll see 'em there. Keep your heads low and be careful, now. You hear?" Yssah said, starting to edge her way where they needed to head, slowly testing where to step in order to be safe from the sniper.

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[Yoshielite]

Wilhelm Steinherz

"Verrücktes Wunderkind"

☢Just Another Day Here:☢ Outside Convenience Store
☠Other Survivors I’m With:☠ Cain, Nitori, Esmai, Loretta, Xenia, Zach, Jacqueline, Doktor (Stanislav), New Girl (Nina), Newer Girl (Yssah)
☠And I'm:☠ Heading to the Northwest Housing District
☠What’s On My Mind:☠ If I can get a bead on him I can kill him.
☠OOC:☠ ((We are almost to the exciting conclusion...))

Wilhelm Could hear the commotion going on behind him and only hoped that all of the crashing he heard coming from the Brawler was indicative of it coming to its demise. He certainly did not want anything else to hinder them from escaping. As it was, they were almost out of places to run. If they didn't get the Brawler out of their way soon and get out of there, they would not make it out of this place alive. He heard a whoop of success from one of the survivors behind him and then a bunch of crashing again and a frown tugged on the side of his mouth. He had figured that they thought they killed it until it got back up. He sighed and continued firing ahead, only glancing back for a moment at the scenario. He was glad he did, as he saw the Brawler randomly charging their way. He was barely in its path, so he only had to move a bit to the side. That was comforting- but only for a moment. The feeling of safety was as fleeting as the joy from a temporary victory. The Brawler had just trampled into the barricaded door, bursting it open and leaving a new opening for more Untoten to file in through. "Mein Gott..." He turned around to see that Yssah was helping the others onto their feet and getting them out of the back door. That was perfect; it meant that they could fall back and get out of there. "It's time to go. Fall back!" he called out to Stanislav and Xenia over the noise, getting a couple of nods in response as they turned and heading back. Wilhelm brought up the rear, firing at some of the infected that strayed a bit too close for his liking. Soon they had made it to the exit and filed out one by one. Being the last one out, Wilhelm shut the door and broke off the handle, hoping to have the bolt stuck in the door. As they filed out into the open space, he put all of his effort into pushing a nearby dumpster in front of the door. It was difficult, very much so- especially with the little 'zomboy' screaming his lungs out. He strained against the weight and was rewarded by it budging , giving way to a scraping sound as it dragged slowly across the ground to rest partway in front of the door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard an all-too familiar noise: the echoing loud report of a sniper's bullet being fired.

"Sniper! Get down!" He shouted, ducking to the ground. That's when the round came in and he knew that the man was firing from a good distance. Even so, he had to remark at just how skilled this man seemed to be. He had only barely missed his mark from... how many seconds was that? He counted them out and his eyes widened in surprise. He was amazingly far out. They were lucky that the man had missed. The bullet had come incredibly close to hitting Esmai and Zachary. Fortunately it became a harmless cloud of concrete-filled debris. He made his way to the right side of the area and began picking his way forward. He poked his head out and then pulled it back in, hearing the gunshot right as he did so. He sighed and vaulted over the crate in front of him, taking cover behind it. That was far too close for his taste. He let out an annoying noise and noted that they had been split in two. He traversed ahead without a word, trying to make sure that others would find out whether his route was safe. Another loud report was heard and a plume of wooden shards and splinters kicked up as Wilhelm fell forward, limp. What the others didn't see was him crawl to the side and pick up a piece of shiny scrap metal. He held it out like a mirror and searched for the man from the direction he thought the sound was coming from. He also had a pretty good idea from how the bullet was striking the ground and how long it was taking between the shot and the bullet's impact. As he did this, he caught the glint of the sun off of the metal barrel of a rifle. He grinned, slowly retreating the makeshift mirror. It was certainly hard to see anything, but he saw a glint of light. Honestly, it could have been anything, but he was hopeful that it was the man. He honestly hoped that the others would be more careful, especially if they thought he was actually dead.

He wasted no time moving out to the side, setting up in an obscure location. He lay flat on his stomach and adjusted his lens and the calibration on his rifle. He could probably not be seen well since he was so low to the ground and covered by tattered fabric and hidden by boxes and barrels. He looked through his scope and adjusted the magnification on the lens to zoom in on his intended target. There it was... a perfect setup on the edge of the roof approximately fourteen-hundred meters out. He could see a small bit of metal sticking out from its cover, as well as a bit of his head. He was dealing with a sniper who had brilliant aim, but no real combat experience... at least not as a sniper. He adjusted his aim, calculating for the distance, air resistance, wind, and their positions. There was another report from he man and he saw more concrete turn up in front of him. He had been found. Wilhelm returned fire and rolled to the side. His shot broke off a portion of the man's cover but prompted more bullets to come his way. He got up and started running far from the group, drawing his fire and taking cover periodically. He sometimes fired a bullet off int he man's direction to try and make him cease firing and hide. He hoped that in this process, he would be able to help the others get further away from the area by doing so. They all needed to get into the Housing District, and fast.

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[Yoshielite]

Location: Abandoned Storage Facility
Known Survivor Population: Alone
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Calm and Clear
Zombie Concentration: Overwhelming
Known Mutated Zombie Population: Too Many to Count
Danger Level: Certain Death

NPC Event

Varyn sprinted out of the Fuel Plant with renewed vigor, hoping he could get there in a decent amount of time. He absolutely needed this to work. For all of them to get out alive, he needed to finally get rid of these mercenaries. He had already taken one down, but Brady was the idiot of the group. Then there was the Asian woman, the African man, and then the leader... the one who he was determined to kill the most out of all of them. Without that man at the head of this, there was no way that the zombies would follow the orders of the others. He had no idea where the caravan was at the moment, but he figured that they were all still on it. He ran through alleyways and dodged zombies and fallen containers as he made his way to his last objective. Soon he could see the empty barrels and ransacked supplies and tools littered about an open space in the distance. He slowed down to a trot, checking his watch for a reality check: 13:31. There were only thirteen more minutes before they would run out of time. He quickly ran inside, feeling the effects of all of his rushing on his body. His breathing was heavier from sprinting so much, and he was dehydrated from sweating so much. As he got inside, he heard a sniper report echo across from the northeast. He dove to the ground and waited for ten seconds. There were no bullets that broke through the walls, and no incoming fire. He blinked in surprise before realizing exactly what that meant. All of the survivors he had left the Hospital, heading north. Well, that's what he had assumed from the note that he had given Esmai. He wasn't sure that she would have even said anything, come to think of it. He frowned, trying to figure out their best course of action. If the mercenaries were coming from the southeast, then the only logical direction would be to move in the northwest direction. He had to trust that Wilhelm would have made this judgement call. After all, that man knew how to survive.

The Ghile-covered survivor rushed up the stairwell towards the roof. He kicked open the door and saw a couple of disgruntled zombies turn around to face him. They weren't sure what to make of him and he knew it. Unfortunately they were not so luck to have the favor reciprocated. He rushed forward, decapitating the first with a side slash from his machete before kicking the second to the ground. The third one moved towards him but was rewarded with a missing arm. He severed its spine and then jumped down onto the last zombie as it was trying to get up, driving the gore-soaked blade through its head and ending its miserable existence. He was forced to dive again on instinct as another report sounded off. Still nothing came his way. He pushed himself up from the gravel bedding and moved along the edge of the roof, looking for a good vantage point. Pulling out a pair of binoculars, he scanned the area for the source of the fire. Luckily enough, he got what he was searching for. A flash from a covered gun barrel occurred right before his eyes, paired with another shot that rang rang out across the streets. He quickly moved his way back towards an air ducts and lay his sniper rifle down directly on top of them, angling it towards the sniper. He knew exactly where the man would be, and set himself up well for it, laying down on the vent behind his rifle. He ignored his discomfort and focused on his target.

He leaned towards the scope, peering through. Both of his eyes focused outwards, but his right eye made visual contact with the other sniper. He could see the bald, dark-skinned head protruding from its hiding spot. He stifled the smile that would have painted itself across his face. This guy was a complete amateur; easy pickings. He heard more fire and saw some of the wall break off, partially obscuring his view and causing the man to move. The enemy fired back at the other sniper and then seemed to get up, ready to move. Varyn waited patiently as the man settled in his new position. This one was worse than the last as far as staying hidden went, but it definitely had a better vantage point for shooting. He recognized the face instantly- it was the mercenary from before. His brows furrowed in anger, but quickly dispersed to their resting place. he let out a slow exhale to calm himself and got ready to take the shot.

The mercenary settled in to his new position.
Varyn took in a deep breath and held it.
The mercenary brought the rifle out, sticking it over the ledge.
The bush-man's finger touched the trigger.
There was silence; a pause between heartbeats.
A loud report echoed across the city's expanse.

"8:23", the watch read. Varyn got up and slung his rifle over his back, heading for the stairwell.

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[Yoshielite]

Wilhelm Steinherz

"Verrücktes Wunderkind"

☢Just Another Day Here:☢ Northwest Housing District
☠Other Survivors I’m With:☠ Cain, Nitori, Esmai, Zach, New Girl (Nina), Newer Girl (Yssah); and in a separate group Xenia, Loretta, Jacqueline, Doktor (Stanislav).
☠And I'm:☠ Leaving the City
☠What’s On My Mind:☠ This is Getting So Much Worse.
☠OOC:☠ ((And now, what you've all been waiting for...[haha psych]))

Wilhelm had taken off into the open, ducking and weaving through the sparse cover that littered the expanse leading up to the edge of the Housing District. He knew that what he was doing was reckless and could quite possibly get him killed. However, he also knew that he needed to get them all out of the City quickly. He had to make sure Loretta and Nitori made it out alright. From there, he figured that Cain and Loretta would be able to take care of his little Liblingskind. He felt the adrenaline course through his veins as he kicked off into the open, making his presence known to the sniper and the rest of the group. Dodging back behind cover, he heard another report and kept moving. This time, he was surprised to not have heard the concrete being shattered beside him. In fact, the shot sounded as if it came from a completely different location. Who in the hell could have been firing... and at whom? He was almost into the safety of the district when he stopped to turn and search for the sniper through the scope attached to his rifle. As he scanned the rooftops, he saw crimson puddling and dripping down the edge of the wall near where he had broken a piece off. That's why there was no return fire- someone else had killed the sniper. He had no idea whether they were friend or foe, but he wasn't going to stick around in the open long enough to find out. He slung his sniper rifle over his back and popped momentarily out of hiding.

"The sniper is dead! We need to run while we can!" He shouted back to the group, hoping that they would both be able to hear. "Make your way quickly through the cover and stay on your sides in case there is another enemy sniper. We will meet up on the other side of the houses near the outskirts of the City. Schnell, schnell- we have to move!" After he finished yelling out to the group, he sprinted for the safe cover of the awning. He hadn't heard any more shots yet, but he produced his binoculars to see if he could spot any more enemies. He scanned the rooftops for anything that could be a threat as each of the members of the group made their way out of the alley behind the convenience store. Once they had all made it through, Wilhelm put the binoculars away and readied his silenced USP .45 for more combat. As the group pressed on through the Housing District, they found very little resistance. In fact, there were only a handful of scattered zombies in the area. The German was heading forward in a dead-pan running pace, trying to blaze a way for the others to follow while not taking up much time. Soon, they would be towards the end of the district.

A tall, shambling figure walked out in front of the German, completely oblivious to his presence for the moment.
Piercing green eyes met with grayed, hollow ones as their bodies collided and stumbled from the impact.
A terrified howl emitted from the creature's ripped-open throat. Then it turned and ran- directly towards where they were headed.
"Sheisse!" The curse word flew from the foreigner's mouth as he sprinted after the mutated zombie, firing a few shots at it that didn't seem to slow it down.

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[Yoshielite]

Location: Abandoned City
Known Survivor Population: 12
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Partially Cloudy
Zombie Concentration: High
Known Mutated Zombie Population: Too Many To Count
Danger Level: Very High

Title Event

Martin was the first to shove off, making his way to the northeast. He knew a section of the City that would be perfect to get a vantage point on the Housing District and convenience store that he was now told the survivor group was in. Brilliant. That must mean that the bush-man would be there. He grinned in eager anticipation, wanting to be the first to shed his enemy's blood. He took off alone towards a cluster of houses, ignoring the mass of zombies that were pouring into the convenience store across the way. He made his way across town and walked into a taller building, making his way to the third floor with haste. He was so excited at the prospect of his new mission that he almost missed the small ladder that led up to the trapdoor to the roof. He climbed up and pushed the hinge door open, closing it behind him once he had gotten himself onto the roof. He quickly set up at the edge of the roof near a divide in the siding, placing his semi-automatic .50-caliber sniper rifle on the ground and laying behind it. He looked over the store, adjusting the scope, calibration, and lens until he saw the front door collapse. More zombies rushed in, and the knew that they would be forced to escape or die where they stood.

He took aim out at the back alley and waited for the people to pour out. He was far too excited, pulling the trigger at the blonde girl and child. He was disappointed to see a plume of concrete instead of blood. He tsked as they retreated into cover, but he fired quickly at the man who poked his head out to get a glimpse of where he was. It was a shame that the man was too quick. He missed that shot, too. He was sure that some were hiding and that others were trying to move forward. He just had to find them- there! He saw the same man as before and shot, watching the man sprawl to the ground. He didn't think he saw any blood, but sometimes it was hard to tell at this distance. He wasn't sure, but there was a substantial amount of time where the man did not get up. He moved on to watch for other movement and regretted the decision when he saw a small bit of movement near a tarp-covered fence. He fired at it, receiving a bullet and spray of debris in turn. The bullet missed him, but he fired back and moved into a different position where he could see below better. He had heard no returned fire after that point, until a few seconds later. He figured the man missed since he saw no bullet, but then he saw his target not even set up to fire. He was starting to wonder where the shot came from when the metal cylinder entered his skull and ruptured his brain, ending his existence in a blossom of blood, gore, and bone.
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Maya was moving along the streets towards the Industrial Park with her group of Zombie Hoarders. They were moving towards the sound of the explosion that had went off earlier. The sounds of shrieking were getting closer as the approached the area- but they could now see the flames of the Chemical Mill. Her eyes widened in shock and confusion as she tried to understand what int he world this crazed survivor was trying to accomplish with all of these random things he was doing. Was this all just a distraction to let the others escape? Was it to leave their leader open to be killed? Or maybe, just maybe there was something he was covering up... something he was planning to do in the City before he left. If so, what was it? She was determined to investigate the situation. As she got closer, the shrieks were gone, and all she could see was burning corpses and a building collapsing on itself, shooting debris and fire around to the nearby buildings and lighting them on fire. There was no way she could possibly go investigate that... "Maya, Martin- report!" The com crackled to life with her superior's voice.

She quickly picked up her communication device and opened up the airwaves. "Chief, I think it was a distraction of some kind to separate us. I think he may be coming after you. Everything here is burning except for the Fuel Plant, but the fire is spreading over there now." After a short exchange with her, and the affirmation that Martin was dead, she smiled. That meant it was just the Chief and her left who could take him out. That just made it easier to claim the glory for herself. Upon her new instructions, she replied, "Yes, Chief." and set off with a new mission, dragging the Hoarders along with her. This was going to be fun.
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The Mercenary Leader was determined to hunt down the last of these survivors. As he neared the convenience store, he began to hear sniper shots ring out from his right; most likely Martin. Perhaps some of them had made a break for it. He smiled, knowing that they were getting closer. That's when he heard some shots from the left, then the right again. There was an exchange of snipers, however the last ones he heard were from his right. Good, that meant Martin was the successful one. He knew that he could count on that man to do a good job. He had reached the front of the store now and was entering when he heard a shot come from behind them a ways, and to the left. He turned to look in that direction reflexively, mapping out that it was from the direction of the Industrial Park and Hospital. He gritted his teeth in anger and opened up the communications. "Maya, Martin- report!" The com crackled to life as Maya's voice filled the air. "Chief, I think it was a distraction of some kind to separate us. I think he may be coming after you. Everything here is burning except for the Fuel Plant, but the fire is spreading over there now." He let the com stay dead for a while, and realized that Martin was no longer going to respond.
"Martin's dead. Maya, get back here as quickly as you can, and try to cut them off from the west at the edge of the City. We'll pincer around from the east. They will not escape."
"Yes Chief."
"Oh and Maya- you may find him on your way up. Do what is necessary before worrying about the others." His voice held a command filled with loathing,
"Yes Chief." Eager anticipation and glee seeped themselves into her voice as she answered.

The Leader of the Mercenary group put the walkie-talkie back on his belt holster and issued his new orders. "We are going to-" A loud, terrifying howl ripped the noise-filled air in half and made all of the zombies stop their march for a moment to pinpoint the sound. It continued, leading each of the undead to face the north. With renewed vigor, they marched on towards the echoing wail, commanded forth by their Hoarders and the Chief. The bearded man laughed, not minding this interruption. He sat back down in his chair and smiled once more. "Let them go and chase the humans directly. We will go on our route to the northeast, pincering in on them to trap them within the confines of the City. Let's go!" The undead wave obeyed his command.

[[OOC: What do you guys think of these force posts so far? Are they too much too quickly? Are they terrible? Are they good? Let me know.]]

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