[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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THE MALL

[ayearoftorture]

The horrible, tentacled things were fucking everywhere.

One moment the private eye from Los Angeles was stealing meatloaf from the nearby cafeteria (Not that he ate much, but this place had had little hospitality so far) and then the next Jones had thrown himself over the side of the counter, fleeing from a terrible horde of gurgling creatures. He held two meat cleavers now, which he'd liberated form the kitchen, climbing up the stairs in a back corridor and emerging on the second floor over the mall.

He was on the second floor, and as he glanced over the edge, he saw the monsters had surged in with numbers, with many already climbing up the stairs and inoperable escalators. He moved quickly, recalling the way he came in, negotiating his passage through crowds of monsters with the swing of sharp metal, slicing off fingers, lopping off tentacles and tearing through necks and breastbones. Jones knew where to strike, but it took a bit of coordination to run and strike at the same time

[distinctive_guy]

Well, getting another man dropping down from the second floor wasn't exactly in Eliot's itinerary of monster fights, but nothing seemed to be working out since waking up on this island. What surprised him more was when he recognized the skeletal looking man that dropped from the second story

[stabswithforks]

[ayearoftorture]

"I'll live," Jones replied - almost grudgingly, really, as if death wasn't really such a bad thing. Still, he fought off its presence with his remaining cleaver, ducking low beneath a tentacle and swinging his cleaver at a monster's belly, tearing it open and then jumping away to kick at another one, trying not to touch the nasty, caustic goo-tongues.

"You two know each other then?--" he started to ask, glancing backwards a moment, then frowning to himself. "No, intros later. Nasty little shits... that torch looks useful," he observed, glancing to Parker quickly before driving off a trio of creatures with furious swinging. "Fucking get back!--We can use maybe use that torch to push our way through to the exit. Any chance of making another? Or should we just try getting out now?"

[distinctive_guy]

[stabswithforks]

[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

[distinctive_guy]

[stabswithforks]