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Zombie Yue seemed to stop and grip his head with a loud groan, shaking his head. A bullet grazed his shoulder where he stood as someone stupid enough not to run when the copter landed somewhere nearby, shot at Yue. His head turned to them, furious. Nothing going through that white haired head but rage and hunger, he took off, moving faster than he did before. The man with the gun had no chance to drop his gun and run. Or at least, he dropped his gun, but Yue already had the upper hand. He was already on top of the man, pinning him and digging in. Yue groaned, a bit louder, like a more angry sound. He went chasing after more victims, taking down any survivors that the other zombies didn't get to, or weren't anywhere near the odd newcomer in the helicopter, which oddly Yue felt absolutely no urge to attack.

More. That was what Yue wanted. The insatiable appetite of a T-virus zombie was undeniable. Yue captured another family, cornering the younger ones of the family into an alleyway and finishing them off, and finding the mother and father later hiding like cowards. Yue went for the mother, and the father came leaping at him angrily. Growling, Yue's hand shot around the man's throat and squeezed, slamming him against the wall using his body weight before sinking his taste buds into the man's flesh. The woman screamed, crying, but the noise only made Yue let go of the dying man and make sure the woman met the same fate.

Al Azif

Al swung her weapon to the side, sending a line of red across the pavement as she cleared some blood from her weapon. Thank goodness for decent military supplies; her machete, despite heavy use, was still working fairly well. She was actually using it as her main weapon now, keeping the knife as a backup instead of constantly trying to use both weapons at once. Though she had excellent hand-eye coordination, she didn't exactly have formal training in this kind of thing. It was best to allow her body to move the way she was used to, with her agility as her primary source of safety and her weapon as the means of decapitating her foes. It had certainly been working fairly well so far, and quite a line of bodies was being left in the little heroine's wake as she continued to pace through the streets, careful movements leading to decapitations as she went through the zombies somewhat like butter. No need to get overconfident, though... keep killing the small ones, look for other supplies, and keep going. Be sure they're really dead, too, and not going to rise up behind you. So far, it was working.

Al Azif

One by one, zombies fell as a small heroine moved through them. She was far, far more used to the movements she needed now than when she'd started all of this. Her body was certainly learning how to kill the zombies properly; how they moved, how they attacked, what their exact abilities were. Thus, each zombie was an experience, and those experiences added up to help her be more efficient in killing the next zombie she came across. A continuing, growing store of information, for as long as her body held up. With the food she'd gotten earlier, she was fine for now, and the girl nodded slightly as she continued to walk past her foes, killing them as she went. Right, then. Probably time to start searching for another place to get supplies. You couldn't be too prepared in a situation like this, and she wanted to be sure she was ready if the worst should happen to occur. She was learning, but the heroine inside of her knew that getting too confident could only lead to her downfall. She wanted to do this right, and Al nodded in determination as she gripped the machete that had pretty much become her friend. Time to keep hunting.

Al Azif

It had been at least three hundred zombies now, hadn't it? She was pretty sure it had. It was a fairly high number, anyway, somewhere pretty well up there. Which, more practically, meant that while there continued to be the same number of zombies behind her, she'd actually cleared out quite a number of streets behind her, making them mostly safe for other survivors. She devoutly hoped that the humans still alive were managing to get towards safety. Even if zombies eventually drifted in to fill the areas she'd cleared, like gas expanding to fill a room, she hoped a rather large area with a much smaller number of zombies in it would at least enable then to survive better. That was the idea, at any rate. For herself, her clothes were pretty much soaked in blood and bits of bodies, and the stench was just terrible, but the girl pressed onwards. There was no room for nausea when there was justice to be dished out, and there were many people walking who ought to be lying six feet under. For the sake of great justice, Al was quite determined to eradicate all of her targets.