The 45’s hammer jacked back for the final time to present an empty chamber. With almost meta-speed he holsters it with one hand and unsheathes a bowie knife with the other. In the same fluid motion he severs the head of an attacking female ghoul in a Waffle House uniform.
“Always have a back up…...Be Prepared.” The Boy Scouts Handbook (The man has been training a long time)
As the quote entered his mind he started to think of what his next move was. He quickly surveyed the town. He saw it almost immediately……..a strong, secure building with an open front door to boot……..the County Courthouse.
“6 o’clock, 25 yards, courthouse door……NOW!” It’d been a while since his pulse raced with this much emotion. A town of zombie’s can do that…. I suppose.
Grimm:
Oh GOD! This is my fault! All these people………dead……undead……my fault…….
Then he felt a tug……. A small hand was pulling at the chains on his jacket trying to get at flesh…….
She couldn’t have been more than 6…..7 tops. “Arghh! Arghhh!” It’s wail was unholy.
Grimm knew he could no longer pause……there will be time for guilt later……lots of guilt…if there was a later.
Without a word the thing was dispatched.
Without hesitation he continued and Grimm’s Axe split two men in half at the torsos in a single stroke.
If this was his fault…..He will not let it continue…..he will not let it spread.…He will rectify the mistake or be damned trying!
Priest:
It had only been a few minutes since the wound had been inflicted but the process had already started.
His arm burned as it were fire……..beads of sweat started to form on his brow…..it was getting hard to breath……..no……it was getting impossible to breath!
He fell to his knees.
He felt real hot…….an then cold…….so cold……….a cold that didn’t surround him but came from within him……
Some how his attackers noticed the change and started to focus their attention on the others.
“Come on….Think!” He demanded of himself as he slammed his fist into the asphalt.
No time for an ingenious invention.
No futuristic foresight on this one.
No energy to bounce back……….…or was there?
Tayden:
How can these abominations even exist? Not that it matters now. They’re apparently as real as skull faced bikers and twice as ugly.
Click, Click………the sound of an empty pistol echoed in his ears louder than a loaded one……because that meant he was out of time.
Then Priest collapsed to the ground.
“Priest!!”
The momentary lapse of attention was an invitation to the undead to swarm him. Tayden was brought to the ground with a horde of Zombie’s reaching with grouping arms and gnashing teeth above him.
He punched and kicked trying to defend against the onslaught……but inevitably………..one slipped by and brought its mouth to Tayden’s hand…..
However it did not produce the desired affect.
As soon as its lips touched the former angels finger, a blast of blue energy…..escaped from the creatures eyes and shot into the air……..the corpse then dropped as lifeless as it should have been to begin with.
The blast knocked back the other undead and Tayden launched to his feet.
Perhaps it was a freak occurrence, perhaps God was looking out for the team (not that there was any question to that), perhaps……maybe….being able to soothe people’s spirits includes being able to release them……
“6 o’clock, 25 yards, courthouse door……NOW!” He heard Dirk yell.
Tayden’s hand struck the forhead of another with the same result as before…..then another……..and another.
Tayden yelled toward the team…….”Grab priest and go..NOW!”
Grimm picked up Priest and took off. “We are not leaving you!”
“I’m right behind you………GO!” Tayden exclaimed with an uncharacteristic authority in his voice.
As Dirk, Grimm, and Priest ran for the Courthouse……the zombies’ closed the gap and blocked Tayden’s way.
All of the horde sneered toward Tayden and elevated their moans and crys……
The angel balled his fist……stared hard at them …...and said
