by Wishbone Ash » Sat Jul 26, 2003 12:33 am
(OOC: For future reference, please refrain from firing more than 3 shots with a handgun per post, ok? Thanks.)
Upstairs...
The beast continued to crawl towards the two, walking like some horrid combination of a spider and a man. Each shot that hit it slowed it for a moment, but it kept coming. Blood and flesh were chiseled away with each of Shadrick's shot. He'd managed to hit the beast with most of his shots; out of the last 9 bullets in his clip, he'd managed to make 6 of them hit the beast.
Unfortunately, the beast was still moving despite the damage it had taken. It was moving slower now though, much more sluggishly than it had. The thing roared again, its tongue flying out and lashing Shadrick across the back as he turned to run. In response, Carissa began to fire at the monster. One of her rounds hit it in the mouth and blew a few of its needle-like teeth into the back of its skull. Another pierced its jaw. The last and final bullet she fired hit it in the top of its head.
She and Shadrick's clips were both completely empty.
Fortunately, the monster had been beaten despite this. The thing reared up on its hind legs, writhing in agony and gnashing its teeth. Amidst its frenzied gnashing, it managed to bite off a good part of its tongue, which only injured it further. The thing then toppled onto its back, flailing its limbs and head still. Slowly, it stopped as blood pooled around its body. Several choked gurgles escaped the mouth of the monster and then it tensed up one last time. Carissa recognized it as a death spasm. The thing went still, leaving the two to explore the room they were in, treat wounds, and reload.
The room was completely empty, save the mutilated corpses. Apparently the zombies didn't want anything to do with the licker. As Shadrick stepped back into the room, he noticed the torso of a female police officer nearby on the ground. Its lower half was missing... but that's not what he found interesting. What was interesting was the assault shotgun that it was holding.
Carissa looked around the room as well. She noted at least three officers dead, including the one near Shadrick, and three or four citizens. Most of them had been brutally maimed and dismembered, so she judged they probably wouldn't come back as the undead. There was only one other door in the room which was directly across from the door they'd entered it from.
In the art room...
Bart successfully judged the distance of whatever it was that it was outside. Apparently it was pacing the hallway, not too far away from the door. Something struck Bart as odd about it, though. The footsteps followed a steady rhythm, not like the sporadic steps of the undead they'd encountered that had lurched around like drunkards. The possibility of the person outside being human sprang into Bart's mind...
In the classroom of PAIN!
Jason's first shot clipped the crimson head in the shoulder, causing that side of the zombie to jerk backwards. The second hit it in the center of the sternum. All of the rounds that had been put into the zombie had off-balanced it fairly, so it couldn't really avoid the desk that slammed into its shins, causing it to fall forwards on its face. The zombie let out another demonic growl as it slowly began to get up.
Vincent, in the meantime, had managed to get a bead on the zombie as it was getting up. Three shots rang out from his Beretta, each striking the zombie in the head in rapid succession. One slapped into the zombie's nose, blowing it away. The other two hit it just above its upper jaw and to the right of its nose. Surprisingly, there was a sudden sound of tissue tearing and bone snapping. The monster's head had been blown clear off of its shoulders by the three rapid shots. The head of the monster landed somewhere in the back of the classroom while the rest of the crimson head slumped back to the ground, dead.
"What the hell was that? It was like some kind of super zombie..." Vincent muttered, checking the clip on his Beretta. Almost empty. He made a mental note of this, as well as how the three shots fired in quick succession had put enough force on the thing's head to take it clean off. He then began to inspect the classroom, naturally starting at the teacher's desk first. He placed his handgun on the desk as he began rifling through the drawers, searching for anything of use. He didn't hear the creaking noise behind him.
Suddenly, a storage locker Vincent hadn't noticed burst open behind him. A zombie lunged out towards him. The teenager's fast reflexes had allowed him to turn around in time, but that didn't stop the zombie. He felt himself caught in a surprisingly powerful grasp, and then he felt a sudden tearing pain just above the left side of his chest. He tried to push the zombie away, but found that he couldn't manage to pry it away from him. His gun was on the table nearby, but out of reach.
"Godamnit!" Vincent shouted, pressing as hard as he could to keep the zombie from biting him again. Suddenly, he remembered the bowie knife he'd brought along. In a swift motion, his left hand left the zombie's chest and went to his belt. There was a loud, metallic scrape as he drew the long bowie knife and deftly jammed it into the side of the zombie's head. The zombie let out a moan, releasing its grasp on Vincent, who promptly shoved it backwards with all his might. The thing stumbled to the ground, now lying on its back with blood seeping out from around the knife.
"Bitch.." Vincent muttered as he snatched up his handgun and emptied the remaining few rounds in the clip into the zombie's chest. It twitched, then went still as blood began to pool up all around it. Grunting loudly, the teenager sat on the desk and opened the first aid kit he'd latched to his belt. He hastily pulled out some bandages and iodine from the kit. He couldn't help but wince as he smeared some iodine over the wound. He thought Neosporin stung, but damn... iodine put it to shame. After applying a liberal amount of the disinfectant, he applied a few bandages to stop the bleeding. It took a little less than five minutes to do, but it helped a good deal. Vincent figured the bleeding would stop in a few moments.
"I hate surprises like that..." Vincent said to Jason as he ejected the spent clip from his Beretta, then slapped in a fresh one.