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Post by ghostlight on Jun 2, 2009 8:54:11 GMT -5
Moving from shadow to shadow Giddien shifted through the rubble and wreckage like a ghost. He cocked his head, hearing the scraping dragging sounds of several bodies. Crouched low he rummaged blindly through the waist pouch to his back, a small mirror; he used it to see around the corner. He had been right four draggers where there and seemed to be scavenging. “Are they actually…hunting in a pattern?” he shook his head, “No way, they are learning…”
He slipped the mirror back into the pouch. His mind was racing at this new change in his enemy, he swung around and sure enough a lookout zombie began to moan loudly, “Yup..” he took its head clean off leaving a fine red mist as the body crumpled. The remaining three began to react, standing he aimed and shot, “damn it” he had missed and cought it in the chest, the damn thing had been wearing a flak jacket, another shell ejected as he cocked and took that one’s head clean off as well.
The remaining two shuffled forward, hands outstretched, torn and bloodied fingers clawing at the air where his face and neck would be if they made it to him. Two more shots rang out as he dispatched the last draggers. He dropped the shotgun into the large holster across the back of his armor.
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