The Streets of Malton

[Magatsu Taito]

Magatsu runs out through the doors of the Elbow Room, and out into the gloomy streets of the once glorious Malton. He crouches behind a car for a moment, checking the horizon for any signs of trouble. But the only thing that greats his watchfull eyes is the void. So he gets up, and starts walking down the street, towards the West, away from the East and the harbour where he first set foot in this cursed hell called Malton.
He stops dead in his track when the stench of death and decay hits him like a jackhammer. He gasps for air, though at the same time trying to be quiet and determin the source of the vile stench. He takes cover behind another car, this one just a blackened shell after a recent fire.
The car smells of melted plastic and fabrics, and covers his own smell from the undead, but also the stench that alerted him to their precense. He sits down with his back against the car, trying to figure out what to do next.

[Sarpek]

Sarpek looks from the roof of a nearby office building, wqatching Magatsu for a few moments before grabbing an old soda can from the roof, and dropping it in Magatsu's lap. "Pssst!"

[Magatsu Taito]

Magatsus jumps when the soda lands between his knees, and sends something brown and sweet flying all over the place. He quickly grabs the can and throws it at a window on the other side of the street. The window to an old barber shop breaks and the noise of shattering glass echoes thru the streets. After a while the noise loses its power and finally dies out in the distance.
Magatsu sticks his head up from behind the hood of the car. His eyes dart across like mad flies, and he almost misses a shadow moving slowly in a alley on the other side of the street, next to what looks like a gym. It seems to be a parking lot behind it, Magatsus notices briefly. As the zombie makes it way slowly around the corner, he sees that it's not actually the zombie that smells, it's the clothes. The look like they've been taken from a dumpster, with a thick coat of mold and something dark and hardened. It looks like it's fallen into some kind of pond, and then been laying there for a while...
Magatsu wait until the zombie has passed him, and then sneaks around the car, making his way so that he is a bit behind it.
He slowly pulls out his cutlass, which he wishes was something bigger right now, and start jogging slowly towards the zombies back. He speeds up as he gets closer, until he's running very fast. The zombie hears him and starts turning, and is greated by a sword in the face.
The zombie falls backwards, away from Magatsu who is still runing the other way, until the sword, who is stuck in the zombies head whips his entire body backwards, and he lands with a thud on his back, getting the wind knocked out of him.
After laying there for a while, eyes pealed on the zombie, trying to catch his breath, he lets go of the sword. He gets up, and after a few trys, manages to get the sword free.
As he puts the sword back in it's hilt, he mutters to himself...
"Should have gone for the legs..."
He then climbs into the barbershop he just vandalized, and makes his way to the roof.
He sits down, with his back against the door, and watches as the night slowly unfolds the stars in the sky.

[Magatsu Taito]

The next morning we wakes up to the sound of gunfire coming from down the streets. Slowly making his way to the edge of the roof he peers down at what seems to be a group of 4 or 5 people running away from another group of people shooting at them. He watches in silence as the gunfire dies as the last of the feeling survivors disappear behind a a buss, and the pursuing group of what looks to be a bunch of gun-toting matrix-fans seems to lose interest. They head on back the way they came, towards an intersection a bit up the road.
Magatsu sits tight for a few moments, checking if there's anything he's missed going on in the surrounding buildings. When he's extra sure everything is in order, he makes his way to the adjacent building by simply jumping the 2 meters in between. He makes his way down the street by jumping from building to building, and stops when he reaches the intersection. He looks around for a bit, and decides he don't feel like giving up this safe way of getting around just yet. He heaves himself on top of a Chimney, and try to figure out where to go next.
There is suddenly a light on the horizon, although far away, it seems like it could be his best bet, and he starts making his way towards what will turn out to be the Beacham Cinema...

[Leon Silverblood]

Having somehow been moved to the roof and then ignominiously cast overboard, Leon's cage flies through the air with the greatest of ease, accompanied by a brief and puzzled "Unh?". It crashes to the ground and rods, bars, nuts, bolts, and various other shiny things including a metal plate from some part of his anatomy cast themselves in a myriad of directions like so much shrapnel.
The zed lies in a crumpled heap for a few moments as if dead, but being undead, he bemoans his fate and begins to drag himself to his feet. Parts of his face are now perfectly flat, possibly improving his grey, decayed looks by squishing bits and pieces of loose skin firmly against various open sores and wounds, though not necessarily into their proper places. Leon's dry eyes, greyed over by thousands of tiny scratches from dust, really aren't much for expressiveness these days, but if he could and would think, he could and would think "Next time I get a concrete facelift, I'm demanding some anesthetic."
Finally erect after much groaning and very slow, painful looking levering and dragging of his own body in such a way as to represent a marionette more than a human, or even a corpse, he turns and turns, observing the bright, bright new world he's been unleashed on twice in one day.
What remains of his lips attempt to curl, but necrotic tissue seems to prefer twisting and flapping, so his grin looks like a collage of 1-inch square bits of origami paper. Time to take a hint. Time to have some fun.