And then, everything was normal again. Like, the instant we stepped out of the room, it was like nothing had ever happened.
*He smiles, motioning towards the door.* Kitchen's here, boss.
*And he opens the door--and gives a startled yell as some kind of force grabs both him and Macabre, throwing them into the room. He gets up shakily, his eyes wide
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He looks around, searching for his sidekick.
"Yeah yeah. I'm good."
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*Mencia glances around, biting his lower lip.* I've never been in this place before. Here--where are you? I can barely see two feet in front of me.
*It's just him and the boss in here, as far as he knows, so Mencia slips off his goggles in hopes that it'll allow him to see a bit better*
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He looked around. Damn, it really was dark.
"Just follow my voice and find me."
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*Just a few steps and a few shoved cornstalks aside, and there he was. Mencia practically sighs in relief.*
There you are. I think--
*A small, soulless groan from a few yards away. Mencia spins, backing up until he's next to Macabre.* Wh-what the hell was that?
*Because it didn't sound human.*
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And nothing scares him.
"Laptop. I don't know what the hell that was, but I don't like the sound of it. Let's move. Away."
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*He reaches for his gun in his waistband, withdrawing it and biting his lower lip, as he slowly backs away.
Zombies, by most lure, travel in packs. And while they're not particularly smart, 'surround' is usually within their grasp. So when Mencia backs straight into one, he yelps and spins, eyes wide as it lurches after him.*
Boss--boss, it's--oh fuck--boss!
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"Oh hell no." he growled as he rushed forward, drawing his gun and, faster than the creature could turn to look, shot it in the head, covering the two of them with grey matter and blood.
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*He tries to shake the mess out of his hair.*
Oh, ew. Thank you, boss. *It's a genuine 'thank you', though.
In the silence, he can hear them. Just behind the corn. Shuffling. Shuffling. A small groan. Mencia's eyes go wide as he aims his gun towards one of the noises.*
You've got to be kidding me.
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He raised his gun and slowly turned himself to face opposite Mencia, but just as he got there, they starting coming. There were WAY too many of them.
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*Trying to psych himself up for this. The first zombie breaks through the layer of corn and he fires, the bullet passing straight between it's eyes. It drops and the second one follows quickly behind it. He's got to shoot the third one twice--missed the head the first time--and takes a small step back as they keep coming.*
I'm gonna run out of bullet, boss. *He says, in a hushed tone.*
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He fires off 3 shots, killing three zombies and looks around at the corn. It was shuffling with no sign of stopping.
"Damn man. You better not run out or else we'll have to either use our hands or get the hell outta here."
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*Another couple of shots, and thuds as more zombies fall.*
We need to run soon, I think. The longer we stay, the more of those things are gonna come after us.
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He shot down more zombies and realized that he too would be out soon.
"Damnit. Ok. On the count of three, you turn towards me and start running and firing. Down as many as you can. Let's see if we can find a place to stay away from these things."
He snarled as he reloaded the last of his rounds and cocked his gun.
"One...two...three!"
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*He shoves in his last round and glances back towards Macabre, listening as he counts. On 'three', Mencia surges over and shoots one, missing his second shot entirely, before tearing after Macabre, doing his best to clear a path as they move.*
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"Jesus fuck!" He yelled as he started to run again. But as he began to race forward, he saw the scarecrow reach out for him and slowly close its hand around his right ankle.
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*He keeps shooting, barreling his way through until he practically trips over Macabre, eyes widening as he glances down to the scarecrow. By this time, they'd just barely cleared the zombies--but they were catching up.
He points the gun down and shoots the scarecrow once, twice in the head. It just looks back up at him and pulls harder.
Which was impossible. You shoot something, it dies. That's just the way it is.*
Boss--boss come on, hurry! Come on--the thing--shit, oh shit oh shit-
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