((Heh. Thanks, dude. ^_^))
Clark stood still as his eyes scanned about the room; contemplating which route he should take. There were a couple of doors. There was one just around the corner to his right, and another to his left. There was another set of stairs he could take, as well a long corridor just behind him. He remembered that was the direction that the old man seemed to have come from, and since he had absolutely no leads as to Naiya's whereabouts, the long mysterious corridor perked his interest. And so Clark began to walk down the dark and narrow hallway. After walking a little distance, he noticed what looked like a pressurized door to his left, but it was empty.
Well, guess I'll just have to keep walkin'... Clark thought as he continued to investigate the corridor, following it's path. Clark came to another pressurized door; this time to his right. On the floor of the room was the corpse of a facility guard. He was sitting upright against the wall, and looking in the opposite direction of him, so Clark could only see the back of his head. But suddenly the body let out a slight moan and began turning it's head to Clark. When Clark looked upon the guard's blank, white eyes, he immediately identified it as a zombie. The guard's entire midsection was gone. His exposed spinal cord was the only thing connecting the upper half of his body to the lower half. Clark smirked as the thing feebly tried to lift himself up. He casually drew his .38 pistol and nonchalantly popped it in the head.
*BLAM!* the back of the zombies head splattered against the wall as the body went limp. It was the first zombie he had encountered since he had gotten here, and it went down pretty easy. Clark continued to walk, as he had noticed another door at the end. He holstered his pistol and readied his rifle as he approached it...
"RAHH!" as soon as Clark turned the corner to enter the doorway, three zombies lunged out the doorway, practically right on top of him. "
Oh Shh-!" Clark didn't even have time to finish his exclamation as he began firing into the trio at point-blank range.
*BA-BA-BA-BLAM!* the three zombie crumpled to the floor, but
a whole horde of zombie guards followed behind them. Clark immediately turned and ran in the opposite direction of the corridor to put some distance between himself and the crowd. But as he ran, there was a whole other group of zombie's coming from
that direction. He was trapped! He had zombies approaching from both front and behind, with no other path to turn to. Clark immediately whipped back around to the first horde of zombies that were about an inch away from him. He pulled the gas lever on the forearm of his
Ripper-Lance M4 and revved up the chainsaw.
*NINN-NINN-NINNNNNNN!* Clark brought down the chainsaw straight upon the closest zombie's lower neck, slicing and grinding into it's torso as blood sprayed violently. While cutting into the zombie, Clark simultaneously pulled the trigger of the assault rifle and began firing into the zombie horde just behind it.
*BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BLAM!* ((lol, anybody getting sick of all my onomatopoeias yet? xd ))
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