Mighty-
The Shark seemed to quiver at the touch of the skin suit, drool began to foam at his sides and slide down his chin. The armour slowly broke apart and began to swallow the part of the shoulder. The shark’s eyes closed in pain, his expression completely masked in it. Ryu watched Mighty and Michael with slight interest. Michael was paling more quickly at the touch of the skin, and his veins were highlighting more and more.
“You guys need to destroy this place” a voice resinated behind Mighty. Through the shield walked a ghostly figure, a mouse, with translucent skin with horrific features; like something from a horror movie. His entire body to Mighty was covered in a dark grey, like Ryu and Algera. “There is some crazy shit upstairs and they are far more threatening” he explains. Lindsay eyes go wide slightly, and she unloads a burst of rounds into the creature. To no avail as they merely pass the ghost vector. Algera looked at the ghost with her maw slightly opened and Ryu almost paled, “What the F&*%” he curses loudly.
Zaida-
Compassion looked at Zaida, then back at the light that broke through the trees, “well there is there, or we could follow the sounds of the zombies to the east” she explained pointing where the sound of the monsters seemed to originate from. The sound of a revolver suddenly entered the mix, it sounds almost drowning out the happy calls of the Zombies as they also heard the Revolver.
Ray-
The glowing corridor echoed at each footstep as Ray moved down forward. The corridor was straight, empty, the calls and roars were getting louder as he approached the giant metal door. Bolts were crossing the structure from each side of the concrete walls that made up the frame of the exit. The entire thing looked solid, obviously a entrance, or exit, meant to last againt anything. As ray approached he could see at the side was a keypad, it still seemed to be working, with three digits of the four already written in. 201 was already written in, the green font could only fit one more digit in.
Drake-
The lizard slowly wrapped his fingers around the trigger, when he felt a hard, clawed hand place itself on his shoulder. The Lizard slightly began to pale when he through that there was a zombie on him but slightly relaxed, when he heard the dragon speak. “ Rookie, not now, he is more useful to us alive then dead” he calmly speaks, “ I will handle the bastards, you just follow his lead, he knows his shit…. Or thinks he knows shit”.
The dragon jumped over the barricade, slamming his butt of the shotgun into the first zombie as it approached. Blood sprayed over the towering draconian’s chest. As it walked back in shock, still twitching, a blast of Jasons Shotgun sent it ramming into the three zombies that were behind it. A feral german shepherd ran forward, at the side of the merc.
With a spin, his tail whipped across the canines face and an audible crack was heard by even Drake, and the canine slammed into the wall, a fair distance from where the dragon was battling the undead. As the dozen zombies approached to surround the blood covered dragon, the mercenary opened his wings, knocking over the two zombies to his side. With a quick gust, the dragon was 15 ft in the air, his feet resting against the roof, and his wings tucked back in. The Dragon aimed his shotgun down as gravity slowly pulled him downward.
Boom, pump, Boom, pump, Boom, Pump, the sound roared as the rounds peppered the heads of the zombies. Their heads popped opened as the rain of metal bullets from the powerful weapon overpowered the decayed heads of the undead. All but two had fallen now, the rests were slowly recovering from their wounds. At the last second, the dragon opened up the bare tipes of his draconian wings and flipped back onto his feet.
He smashed into the body of a zombies beneath him, sending him straight through its chest cavity, and making the legs, arm, and head pop out from their sockets. Blood poured upwards coating the Dragon as his giant hands wrapped around the two standing undead and squeezed around their necks, the sound of frail bones snapping, and the zombie’s roars cutting out mid-sentence.
The young lizard kicked down the box that he had used to protect him, a makeshift barricade, from the monsters and slowly moved through the warehouse floor to where drake was heading, the gun was roaring to like in his hands as the dozens of zombies that separated him from the vector were mowed down. He kept glancing behind him, watching the zombies slowly rise again. “ Got a idea you piece of crap” he yells at Drake, as he got closer, watching the drake defile basic physics.
( what ladder….?????....?.?..)
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