[Open] As nightfall comes and shadows creep...

[distinctive_guy]

CHARACTERS: distinctive_guy and stabswithforks AND ANYONE ELSE
DATE: July 20th (Day Two, early night)
RATING: Violence/Swearing in galore
SUMMARY: Surviving the second night, moving from the Mall → East Dorms

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[distinctive_guy]

"No time to make another," Eliot answered, then spared a precious moment to give Parker pointed look. "No," he repeated, just in case the thief had other ideas again.

They were moving, but at their snail's pace Eliot had no choice but to agree that their only plan was to their way through and make a run for it. It didn't help that these creatures were cropping up faster than they could put them down, the trail of bodies being their witness, and there appeared to be an endless horde of them still waiting to swarm.

"Alright, I'll take point," he closed the distance to the thief by knocking down the creature between them. "Hand me the torch. You," he looked to Jones, "Can you cover the rear?" He gave the man's hard stance and expression a long look. Yeah, that was the right call. The ex-secret service man can handle himself, the important part here was to keep Parker safe in the middle.

[stabswithforks]

Parker half-wanted to grumble about being stuck in the middle like a damsel in distress, but she saw exactly why there was reason not to protest; if someone like her was being 'protected', then it was a very bad day indeed for everyone involved.

She shoved the torch at Eliot, making sure she had the taser gripped firmly as she cast a sidelong glance at Jones; almost casually noting how far away he was placing himself. She didn't trust easily, and if he was to turn on them in a fit of idiocy, she wanted to know she could hit him with the taser easily. She planted a boot in the chest of a flailing monster, knocking it back a few feet, and getting some slime on her trousers.

"We need to move now," she stressed, knowing the odds of their getting out were decreasing with every passing second they sent organising themselves.

[ayearoftorture]

It took half a moment for Jones to consider Eliot's question, but he nodded once. "Gimme that steel bar and I can do it." The cleaver was sharp, but reach was what he needed, and Eliot had the torch to keep them off him. The two exchanged weapons, and immediately Jones forgot the pain in his left arm, swinging the bar one-handed under the legs of one of the creatures, before toppling another on his left with a quick thrust and then swinging it at at a pale collarbone on his right.

Letting out a quick exhalation of breath, he kept pace with the two behind him, gritting his teeth in concentrated fury as he tried to work with the girl behind him. At one point he swung the bar right-handed at a monster going for Parker while her back was briefly turned, sickly fluids flying from the monster's cranium from the force of the blow. A couple more fatal swings later and the monsters were only starting to become wary of Jones' metal stick, and the brief reprieve allowed Jones his invectives.

"Cam on, you shitheeled fucks," he growled at the horde. "What? You losing your nerve? Come closer so I can ram this up your--yeaagh!" And then he quickly ducked as a tentacle came lashing out at his head, at a distance far from what he had estimated. Its slimy member had taken a hold on the steel bar, however, and it fervently attempted to yank the weapon from his hands. "Awfucking... won't let go!" The others were moving in... he reacted quickly, twisting the steel bar violently to unbalance the monster, then using the momentum to lash out with a kick to his left. But there was another one approaching behind the monster with a grip on the bar, and Jones was struggling with it...

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot was seriously hating this place with all his might. Which, at the moment, included one arm weilding a torch and his other brandishing a cleaver more for scare effects than actual damage. The monsters were reacting to the torch with a certain amount of fear that gave him just enough berth to push a path through for the three of them, but not quickly enough to keep the ones from behind from closing the gap again.

The shout from Jones got Eliot twisting around, but he was too far to immediately help. A glance told him Parker was out of position too, and her taser wouldn't have the range needed to take care of it either. Even as he broke the situation down for analyzing, he was pivoting on his hip and putting the swing into his left arm. Throwing a cleaver was like throwing a knife which was similar to throwing a punch, it was all in the strength of the follow through. Eliot let his go with a great follow, and watched as the well honed blade sink into the white skull of the monster that snuck around the one immobilizing Jones.

"Get that," Eliot met Parker's eyes then cut his gaze across to the cleaver that was hilt deep in dead monster brain. "We need all weapons." In the meantime, he used his torch to break away the half dozen creatures that were threatening to close on their trio. On other hand, he pulled out his riot baton with an experienced wrist flick just in time to whip one in the face. "Closest exit's that way!"

[stabswithforks]

"Right." Parker took a long stride and grabbed the cleaver, yanking it free with a spray of whatever passed for blood in the monster. She ducked under the tentacles of another, arching back and flipping out of range. She paused to examine the cleaver in her hand, then presented it to Eliot, making a quick grab for the riot baton. She was no good with weapons, and the cleaver'd be better off in his hands.

She huffed in irritation, tasing another monster into submission and catching some more slime on her arm. This was getting out of hand. "Move!" she said, more for Jones' sake than anything, making steps for the exit sign and more freedom than this death-trap of a mall.