Vengeance stood in the middle of the cellar of the occult bookstore. He was staring at a small stone altar in the middle of the room. The top of the altar was covered with reddish brown stains.
It ends tonight. he thought to himself. Months of fighting these things. Day after day, night after night. Now it will be over.
He entwined the fingers of both of his hands, and raised his arms above his head. Swiftly bringing both arms crashing down into the altar he shattered it into several pieces with one blow.
I've done it. I've destroyed their source. I'm free to move on.
Quickly he raced back up the stairs and outside of the bookstore. He looked around expecting to see the bodies laying on the ground, finally at rest. The Spirit of Vengeance was to be disappointed this day.
They're still alive, dammit!
He jumped onto his unearthly bike and drove forward, slamming into zombies right and left, plowing through them like driftwood. He ran over as many of them as he could, pulling into a half turn stop directly in front of the courthouse. He looked behind him, seeing the creatures, mutilated, broken in half, still attempting to move after him.
Suddenly his senses shifted, He looked over at the door of the courthouse. He began to steer his bike in that direction when the front door exploded open and several more zombies flew outward, going over the stairway and landing shortly behind him.
The huge figure of an angry Grimm came crashing through the rest of the doorway, taking out the rest of the door, and hurtling straight for where Vengeance and zombies sat. . .
