[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]

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.