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[Yet another day of darkness and near-silence on the train. This one has been, however, has been interrupted by loud gunfire and the angered yelling of a pissed off Texan carrying several weapons and a flashlight. He's being chased by something (several somethings, actually) and while he can't see them very well as he tears through the dark train, it's not stopping him from shooting wildly at them. They've already done a number on his arm, which is still bleeding considering he can't exactly stop to patch up, and there's a nice bump on his forehead from when one of them slammed him in to a wall earlier.
He's actually hit a few of the creatures already (they look a bit like the weird wolves that attacked Miku months earlier, but they're smaller and there's a lot more of them), leaving a trail of small dead monsters from where he's been, but the ones that are still coming aren't exactly letting up, either.]
I'll take zombies over this bullshit any day!
[Barreling in to the next car, he dodges one leaping for his throat by rolling on the ground and firing at it just as it passes over his head. It yelps and hits the ground with a sickening crunch, but stops moving.
Unfortunately there's still more coming.]
Sonofabitch!
[Well he's certainly had enough of this. Jumping to his feet, he turns his flashlight upward, illuminating an air vent and the grate covering it. With a single shot he knocks the grate off with a very loud clatter, jumping up in to the air vent just as the creatures start nipping at his heels. Turning around and lying on his stomach in the vent, he sneers down at them and rips the "Peace Keeper" shotgun off his back.]
Say goodnight, freaks.
[Three deafening booms rock the car, and when the dust settles from the massive shot gun blasts, there's little more than smears left of the monsters on the ground. Unfortunately the Peace Keeper is not a kind nor a selective gun, and its turned that half of the car in to even more of a mess.
But its over. Nick can't see or hear any more of the damned monsters coming at him. Letting out a sigh, he drops his head down on the cool metal of the grate, arms draping over the edge.]
Thank effin' God... damn monsters...
[Yeah, he's just going to lay like that for a while, completely unaware that he looks like a dead body hanging out of the vent like that. The blood dripping down his injured arm doesn't exactly help.]
He's actually hit a few of the creatures already (they look a bit like the weird wolves that attacked Miku months earlier, but they're smaller and there's a lot more of them), leaving a trail of small dead monsters from where he's been, but the ones that are still coming aren't exactly letting up, either.]
I'll take zombies over this bullshit any day!
[Barreling in to the next car, he dodges one leaping for his throat by rolling on the ground and firing at it just as it passes over his head. It yelps and hits the ground with a sickening crunch, but stops moving.
Unfortunately there's still more coming.]
Sonofabitch!
[Well he's certainly had enough of this. Jumping to his feet, he turns his flashlight upward, illuminating an air vent and the grate covering it. With a single shot he knocks the grate off with a very loud clatter, jumping up in to the air vent just as the creatures start nipping at his heels. Turning around and lying on his stomach in the vent, he sneers down at them and rips the "Peace Keeper" shotgun off his back.]
Say goodnight, freaks.
[Three deafening booms rock the car, and when the dust settles from the massive shot gun blasts, there's little more than smears left of the monsters on the ground. Unfortunately the Peace Keeper is not a kind nor a selective gun, and its turned that half of the car in to even more of a mess.
But its over. Nick can't see or hear any more of the damned monsters coming at him. Letting out a sigh, he drops his head down on the cool metal of the grate, arms draping over the edge.]
Thank effin' God... damn monsters...
[Yeah, he's just going to lay like that for a while, completely unaware that he looks like a dead body hanging out of the vent like that. The blood dripping down his injured arm doesn't exactly help.]