Post by tnt on Mar 1, 2012 3:23:38 GMT 1
Sam found himself wandering the outskirts of Haven, the sun was at its peak roaring above him, its rays viciously attacking his skin. The intense heat that it provided only served to increase the stench of the un dead that were clearly roaming the area. The stale scent of decaying flesh hung heavy in the air, whilst others would have feared the presence of the undead, on this occasion Sam found himself embracing it. It would provide the perfect opportunity for some much needed target practise, after all he wasn't one to believe in the benefits of shooting paper targets. Paper targets proved little more than the fact you could shoot straight, they didn't help with the unpredictable movement of an actual threat. An enemy that is willing to do anything to survive, no when it came down to the heat of battle, it didn't matter how many hours you had spent shooting stationary targets, if you couldn't predict their movement and adjust in time you were done. Sam slowly slid the cross bow off his back and gently set down his back pack.
He could hear the grumbling of the undead, just ahead, he loaded his crossbow with a few bolts that he had maintained. After all there was no point in wasting bullets when he didn't have to, then there was the noise issue, even if he didn't mind attracting more of the undead to him, he had to think of the inhabitants of Haven. He needed to keep their presence hidden and keep them safe, that was his first priority. He climbed over the smallish dune that was in front of him, noticing a group of zombies meandering down below him. It was a large enough group, one that would surely satisfy his need to vent his anger at the moment. Before he moved on the group, he looked over toward Haven and signalled to one of the guards watching the perimeter that he would be alright. Usually he would have blasted a radio message but given his proximity to the un dead at the moment, he thought it best to avoid drawing premature attention to himself. Of course the plan would have worked a lot better, had the other guard realised the reason for radio silence, instead he blasted a please repeat message over the short wave. The static filled echo of his voice reverberated down the side of the dune, alerting the carnivorous creatures of his location.
He couldn't help but smile and shake his head, after all what else did he suspect from the jar head guards. Almost instinctively he let fly the bolts he had preloaded into the cross bow, each one tearing through one of their skulls causing the decaying brain matter to seep from the wound. He had taken down three of them rather quickly but the fact remained that there was at least another 15 in the group. Why were they gathered in such a large group this close to Haven? He thought but then dismissed it almost immediately, there was no time to entertain such frivolous thoughts at the moment. His priority was leading them away from Haven, whilst most of the other guards would have ran towards Haven as it represented safety and back up, Sam had other ideas. His right hand dropped to his side, he knew there was no time to reload his weapon just yet, so he jogged away from the horde, ensuring he didn't put too much distance between them for fear of losing their attention.
One of the beasts had shown a surprising turn of pace and caught up to him while his back was turned, knocking him to the floor. He managed to roll onto his back and upon further examination the pace was explained, it wasn't a zombie but some sort of mutated creation. Of course what it was mattered not, its snarling fangs were lunging forward attempting to rip the flesh from Sam's neck. Instinctively he rammed his forearm into the beasts throat, using it to both keep the monsters distance and hurt it at the same time. He wasn't sure if the beast carried infectious deceases so he had to be careful how he killed it. Although the only thing on his mind at this point was survival, his back was trapped against the red hot sands with the sun still baking him with its hellacious rays and he was certain that the horde of zombies that had concealed the mutants presence would be catching up by now. If this was how he was going to leave this world, he was going to go out swinging, He moved his free hand round to the back of the things neck leaving himself vulnerable to any threat its claws may have provided, luckily for him it was only momentarily. Perhaps out of desperation, he mustered up all the physical strength he could and torqued the beasts neck causing a thunderous crack to resonate from the beast. He was certain it was dead as he watched the lift drain from its eyes before tossing the carcass to the side.
He quickly hopped to his feet realising his cross bow had been sent flying across the sands, but there was no time to retrieve it, the horde was almost upon him. He would have to leave it for now and double back later, although that only left him with his blades, it would have to do for now. Once more he lead the beasts away from Haven. Before he noticed Haven was little more than a blurry image on the horizon, he had successfully lead the beasts from Haven's doors. Now was the perfect time for him to widdle down their numbers.
He could hear the grumbling of the undead, just ahead, he loaded his crossbow with a few bolts that he had maintained. After all there was no point in wasting bullets when he didn't have to, then there was the noise issue, even if he didn't mind attracting more of the undead to him, he had to think of the inhabitants of Haven. He needed to keep their presence hidden and keep them safe, that was his first priority. He climbed over the smallish dune that was in front of him, noticing a group of zombies meandering down below him. It was a large enough group, one that would surely satisfy his need to vent his anger at the moment. Before he moved on the group, he looked over toward Haven and signalled to one of the guards watching the perimeter that he would be alright. Usually he would have blasted a radio message but given his proximity to the un dead at the moment, he thought it best to avoid drawing premature attention to himself. Of course the plan would have worked a lot better, had the other guard realised the reason for radio silence, instead he blasted a please repeat message over the short wave. The static filled echo of his voice reverberated down the side of the dune, alerting the carnivorous creatures of his location.
He couldn't help but smile and shake his head, after all what else did he suspect from the jar head guards. Almost instinctively he let fly the bolts he had preloaded into the cross bow, each one tearing through one of their skulls causing the decaying brain matter to seep from the wound. He had taken down three of them rather quickly but the fact remained that there was at least another 15 in the group. Why were they gathered in such a large group this close to Haven? He thought but then dismissed it almost immediately, there was no time to entertain such frivolous thoughts at the moment. His priority was leading them away from Haven, whilst most of the other guards would have ran towards Haven as it represented safety and back up, Sam had other ideas. His right hand dropped to his side, he knew there was no time to reload his weapon just yet, so he jogged away from the horde, ensuring he didn't put too much distance between them for fear of losing their attention.
One of the beasts had shown a surprising turn of pace and caught up to him while his back was turned, knocking him to the floor. He managed to roll onto his back and upon further examination the pace was explained, it wasn't a zombie but some sort of mutated creation. Of course what it was mattered not, its snarling fangs were lunging forward attempting to rip the flesh from Sam's neck. Instinctively he rammed his forearm into the beasts throat, using it to both keep the monsters distance and hurt it at the same time. He wasn't sure if the beast carried infectious deceases so he had to be careful how he killed it. Although the only thing on his mind at this point was survival, his back was trapped against the red hot sands with the sun still baking him with its hellacious rays and he was certain that the horde of zombies that had concealed the mutants presence would be catching up by now. If this was how he was going to leave this world, he was going to go out swinging, He moved his free hand round to the back of the things neck leaving himself vulnerable to any threat its claws may have provided, luckily for him it was only momentarily. Perhaps out of desperation, he mustered up all the physical strength he could and torqued the beasts neck causing a thunderous crack to resonate from the beast. He was certain it was dead as he watched the lift drain from its eyes before tossing the carcass to the side.
He quickly hopped to his feet realising his cross bow had been sent flying across the sands, but there was no time to retrieve it, the horde was almost upon him. He would have to leave it for now and double back later, although that only left him with his blades, it would have to do for now. Once more he lead the beasts away from Haven. Before he noticed Haven was little more than a blurry image on the horizon, he had successfully lead the beasts from Haven's doors. Now was the perfect time for him to widdle down their numbers.