________Steady breaths, heaving breasts, quaking thighs, frightened eyes. There was enough light to show the old blood stains, all of them leading out of the door. Excluding the smell of ink and wood, there was a stale metallic smell of blood lingering about and she managed to keep her soles clean by avoiding the deep crimson pools that were soaked into the carpeted ground. She was kept on her toes, literally. During her eyes' surveying of the library she neglected to check her six on occasion and for that she'd receive the fright of her life. An arm coiled around her waist and a force snatched at her pipe as a shrill chill of undiluted fright shimmied up her spinal cord and pinged the hairs up along the nape of her neck."ZOOOMMMBIIIIIIE!!!!!"She cried out at the top of her lungs, voice echoed through corridors of bookshelves as her body lifted and her back arched as she instinctively tried to pull away after throwing her head back to headbutt the zombie dead smack on its nose as it started speaking to her. Wait ━ Zombies can't talk.
________After she managed to pry her body away from the, not so cold, corpse she snatched her pipe back and grasped it tightly. Her body spun around in a hurry as her focus fell upon a black haired man ━ a rather cute one to boot. With tearful eyes and a heaving chest Catherine gasped in shock and awe at the man before, instead of apologizing, scolded him instead. "Why did you sneak up on me like that?! It's bad enough this place is crawling with the undead, I don't need living people trying to give me a heart-attack!"She'd yell in a hushed whisper. A scratchiness in her voice signaled it was starting to break after being choked up from internal cries that she managed to keep tucked away.
________She sniffled her nose to clear it but without much time to recover the door to the library was forced open. A small group of zombies cam bursting forth, moaning in agony as their gray ripped flesh hungrily crawled their way towards them. Catherine hadn't completely locked the door in her haste. She shook uncontrollably all of the preparation her father had given her went to waste as quickly as she had. Sapphires widened before slumping to her knees, cowering as her teeth chattered. She still held the pipe with both hands but she couldn't do much with it. "A-A-A-A-Aim for the head. We. . .Have to aim for the head."Catherine told the stranger with her fearful gaze directed at the approaching horde. She knew how to survive mentally, but physically her body had given out on her ━ had she not urinated on herself once already today she was certain that her bladder would have given out on her again.
Carson would be rubbing his ears gently from the loud siren like screech ripping through the hallways breaking the silence, "Geez...." he mumbled as his mind didn't immediately jump to the fact that zombies were dragged and lured in to places by noises and smells. His nose ached some from taking an almost full hit due to the back of the blonds head attempting to connect with his jaw and nose. He rubbed his nose after a moment but would calm some as the girl faced him, he would stare at her, muscles still flexed and ready to pull out his pocket knife in case the girl tried to whack him with that pipe she held. Tears welled in the girls eyes and he only smirked finding it rather funny that the girl go so freaked out by something like that, but it was to be expected in this type of situation, his eyes would easily wander down to her breasts, he found them to be rather bountiful and full, they looked well lets just say they looked absolutely fun to play with were he to have the chance at them. The smirk would vanish as she would speak up, her voice urgent, he would scratch his head and shrug, "It was hard to resist. Especially when your not checking everywhere. Consider it a lesson." he chided with a smirk as the girl would sniffle some.
He would look around a little only to see the door shake some, he would immediately turn his back to her and move back some, "s**t, shoulda known a girlish shriek like that woulda drawn some attention." he said in annoyance backing up further. When the girl would start to shake and slump forward he would sigh, she was practically useless in this, it was all on him, fantastic. Fear and realization of the desperate situation clawed at his heart, filling him with a cold dread. He would shiver a bit at the thought of one of these things biting him, the gaping jaws that could rip through flesh, the sightless eyes and decaying faces, it all would have frozen him in place. His hands shook some as he snatched the pipe outta the girls hands and rushed forward a bit blindly on his part. Arms swinging a bit wildly and with literally no practice he would send two toppling to the floor, another grabbed onto his shoulder and he would turn swinging the pipe wildly and hitting the creature in the neck, it would collapse to the floor and he would smash its head open. Blood sprayed onto his clothes, the dark red dyed his jeans and shirt, guts became rather clear and apparent, it made his stomach churn dangerously, but he had little time to panic.
The snapping of jaws just barely missing his ears and neck, the smell of decay washing over him, teeth tightening in fear he would turn and kick the beast down, raising his arms and slamming the zombie in the head two or three times, the last one was laying under one of the earlier zombies he knocked down, he took little time to dispatch it, clothes splatter with blood and the fresh smell of decay wafting through the room. He would walk over the bodies and head towards the door, closing it and locking it fully, he would turn to give a glare towards the girl, "Acting like that will get you killed." he hissed while his body tremoured gently. Fear still captivated him, the adrenaline boost he had attained dying away rather quickly, he would look to the female and walk towards her, offering the bloodied pipe back to her.
