Apocalypse: The Undead v.s The Living (Part 2)
14:10"They're here," announced Kamilia, to no one in particular. Hailey planned to witness her sister's battle against the army of the undead, but the thought of watching death taking over the situation was too much for her to bear.
Meanwhile, the other five remained static on their spots, weapons in hands (except for Sean, who decided that he'd fight bare-handed) and eyes wide open (due to excessive amount of caffeine, no kidding.) "You know, Miles, if we had gone with MY plan in the very beginning, we wouldn't have to face these ugly, butt-licking dumb asses," Seth hissed over to Miles, who held the metal rod close to his chest. "Of course not - we'd be dead by then, stupid!"
"Stop quarreling! The two of you - sheesh! We have a bigger problem at hand here," growled their leader, agitated out of annoyance. Francis narrowed his eyes, watching intently as the horde bolted in their direction. "CHARGE!!!" yelled the exhilarated Sean, who lead the Rogues at a very quick pace towards the moving corpses. And so, a great battle between the Living and the Undead erupted, with the Progeniem creatures outnumbering the Rogues by at least a dozen bodies.
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A Progeniem creature hauled itself onto Seth's body, flailing vigorously as it tried to sink its decaying teeth into the teenager's shoulder. Realizing that his security had been abused, Seth decided to act quickly and rationally... in his sense, that is. Noticing that its mouth was wide open (it was screeching and shrieking, almost deafening the poor, fragile boy) Seth shoved the hand grenade into its mouth shortly after yanking the pin off, knocking the forceful ghoul onto the ground as he made a run for it. In less than three seconds, the grenade exploded, blowing up the Progeniem creature's head into pieces. Bits of its shrunken brain and shards of its skull rained down upon the explosives-expert, whilst its blood and flesh stained his navy colored shirt. "Nice one, kiddo," murmured the bloodied Sean, who gave the small Rogue a hard clasp on his back. "Try not to get yourself killed, yeah?"
Francis, on the other hand, was busy slashing up the shambling herd of Progeniem creatures, cutting open their heads with the tip of his newly honed katana. His neat appearance had been contaminated by all the bloodshed and whatnot. His hair which he wore gelled back was in a complete mess, giving him a sort of bad boy look. Nancy eyed him from a particular distance, firing her favorite revolver at an oncoming zombie.
For a moment, she had let her guard down to reload her weapon. Just as she was done refilling the firearm, a Progeniem creature literally groped her from behind, dragging her towards the end of her life. Well, it would've ended, if it weren't for Francis, who just so happened to be hovering nearby. Without wasting a single second, he beheaded the ghastly creature, watching it fall to it's (second but permanent) death. "Thanks!" Nancy called out, lightly punching Francis's shoulder as a sign of gratitude. With a smile, Francis jogged off to slay more zombies.
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Miles and Sean were fighting a group of five, back-to-back. The green-haired Rogue was struggling to let the Progeniem creatures' heads topple off, but the metal rod was far too blunt for any beheading. Sean, meanwhile, was having trouble fending off the small group with his fists and feet. Perhaps it was time that he learned how to use a weapon. Amidst the struggles, a zombie managed to bring Sean down onto his side, causing him to crush his PSP with his weight. Realizing the situation, he gritted his teeth in anger, jerked the broken gaming console out of his pocket and scrambled onto his feet. "Y-You... broke... my... PS- fuckin' P! NOW YOU'RE SO," he roared, "DEAD!" Without haste, he rushed over towards the zombie (who was shambling away) and struck it down with a kick to its head. Once it fell sprawling all over the ground, he jammed his foot into the back of its skull, damaging its brain and instantly killing it. Blood splattered onto his clothes, staining his shirt with more blood.
Miles, who witnessed his monstrosity with widened eyes, only afforded to stand by and watch, too frightened to interfere. He knew Sean well; how his behavior changed whenever his rage got onto the good side of him. In fact, he was one of the fewest people to know about that fact, besides the Rogues, that is. Armed with the metal rod, Miles decided to do some hunting himself, only to trip and fall flat on his chest, right in front of a group of strangers consisting three people.