Survival

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evildoctorian said:

PENIS PUMPUS!

WTF?! Don't tell us about the perverted things, you do at home atm.

[uwasawaya]

And not on my thread... lol

[Abyx]

Especially not on this thread.

[Seras Victoria]

Keep this thread clean or else I'll come after you!
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[zombieButcher]

When can we expect another update, i feel like where close to some specimen Killing.

[uwasawaya]

Pretty soon hopefully, just need to get some quiet time. Sorry about the delay. If I could juggle to entertain you til' then, I would.

[zombieButcher]

uwasawaya said:

Pretty soon hopefully, just need to get some quiet time. Sorry about the delay. If I could juggle to entertain you til' then, I would.

Take ya time, jus asking.
Not tryna rush you.

[Grim]

Updated once again to the Wiki.

[uwasawaya]

Thanks Grim, I'm going to start cranking out more today, but I don't know when I'll upload the next chunk, so hang in there... it'll be soon.

[Abyx]

*Waits impatiently*

: D

[uwasawaya]

Faust's hard work is inspiring me, what can I say... Enjoy!

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After all was sorted out Wolf was fully equipped again. His chest hurt like hell, but whatever Lara had shot him up with was doing wonders for him. They moved to the side exit of the warehouse, where Macon stood guard, head slightly exposed to watch outside. Butcher moved to the other side of the door and peered outside.

When he leaned back inside, he looked worried. Not saying a word, he gestured with his shotgun barrel and the team moved outside silently. From the air it had looked like a scene out of a nightmare, but on the ground London was a landscape out of the darkest dreams of the most deranged minds. Fires sprung up here and there, the source of many no longer recognizable but still fueling the small flames. Cars were backed up and wrecked everywhere, and the streets glittered with broken glass like a frozen ocean. Bodies hung dismembered and lacerated out of cars and building windows, impaled and sliced by the remnants of the bloodstained panes. A gutter nearby was clogged with what looked like a pound of flesh wrapped in a shirt. A gelatinous puddle of viscera had collected around it, and three severed fingers were hardened into the soup. Nearby a police car sat silently, it's lights still on and rotating and silent. Off in the distance a car alarm echoed through the still air.

Wolf almost gagged on the smell, and the terror of what he was doing finally latched onto his skull. His heart pounded and his breath became shaky. He almost screamed when he felt a warm hand alight on his own. He looked at Lara who stood near him with a medic's compassion in her eyes. Abyx, just behind her, watched him quietly.

The young survivor took a deep breath and shook himself mentally, then nodded to Lara. They had a job to do, and people were counting on him. He adjusted his rifle and looked back out over the city. It wasn't much different then his town looked after the invasion he survived, just the buildings were taller. He forced himself to look at it all, taking it in, telling himself what each lump was and giving a name to each body, trying to desensitize himself to the scene.

Butcher pointed across the street, tapped two fingers on his arm and pumped a fist in the air. Soul, favoring his leg, followed Macon across the street, shotguns held ready. Abyx planted his rifle on the nearby trunk of a car and watched the area around the two for movement. The two made it across and flattened themselves against the side of the building they were near. They had crossed through a three-way intersection, the crossbar of the T along the warehouse and the bisecting road leading away from the crash site and towards their goal.

The Alpha squad commander looked at Lara and Wolf and nodded. The untested member followed the medic as she dashed across the road, forcing himself to still watch and note everything, no matter how grotesque and horrifying. He reminded himself about tunnel-vision, listening to Abyx's lectures in his head. Once they were over Soul made a gesture, prompting Abyx to shoulder his rifle and follow Butcher as they crossed over, dodging cars and corpses as they jogged.

Soul, who stood at the corner, leaned out and looked around and then turned to the squad. Speaking almost inaudibly, he muttered, "There's nothing out there sir. I don't like this."

Butcher nodded. "Then we glance and go, move down the road quickly and calmly. If we haven't been noticed, it'll give us time to get moving towards the stadium," he ordered quietly, not whispering, but at a low mutter.

Soul turned back to the corner and stared into the startling blue eyes of a nude young woman. A heartbeat occurred where nothing happened, and then she opened her mouth and screamed, long bloody talons extending to the side. In the same instant, the DRF point man blew her in half at the waist with a single shell. Ichor sprayed like a run-over fruit as her torso flipped in the air and landed on the twitching legs below.

"Jesus Christ, where the fuck did that come from?" Soul shouted. Before anyone could say anything, a cacophony of moans and cries arose from in front of and behind them. Down both ends of the road they were on that ran parallel with the warehouse, movement could be seen in the distance.

Butcher stepped away from the wall and looked back and forth quickly. "RUN!" he screamed.

[Abyx]

YES! DEATH! DESTRUCTION! STALKERS BEING BLOWN IN HALF! WOOO!

[zombieButcher]

Haha yay!

[Dragontear]

Nice update, i like Wolf's progress in sorting himself out mentally, keep up the great work!

[uwasawaya]

Thanks guys, and Kalkus, thanks for the input. Like faust was saying, it's the encouragement that makes us go on... glad you're enjoying it!