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((Cya ^^))
Simon was getting all the anger off of him by slicing the other zombies up, one by one. He used his right hand to shove one blade into a zombie's abdomen, while slitting the left one across another zombie's neck with ease, shortly after kicking the right zombie away and pulling the right knife out of his abdomen, stabbing him in the chest with the left blade again.
Left, right, kick, left, left, right.
It looked like a deadly dance among the dead, but without any emotion. The blades were his partner, and the screams were the music they danced to. A sick image, in a sick world.
"..Grlk..!!"
One of them managed to grab his shoulder from behind, jumping on his back and pulling his hood off, the cloth around his mouth falling as well.
Simon reacted instantly, letting himself fall on his back and crushing the guy under his weight.
It was too late.
The smell of his hair already gave his cover away, and some of them saw his face already, looking at him with a nasty expression. He could hear some of them mumbling to each other, another one running straight at him.
He dodged, shoving one of the blades into his neck after he missed him by an inch, staring at him with big eyes.
"Simon...?"
He jerked his head around, looking into the direction the familiar voice came from.
His jaw dropped, and he just stared at the person in front of him.
It was Ken. The guy that saved his life. His... His friend.
"K-Ken?!"
He darted to him, dodging any zombies in his way.
He reached out his hand and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. "Dude! Get the hell outta here! While you still c--..!?"
His fingers dug into Simon's hair, and he pulled back, forcing him to look up.
Simon stood there in shock, trying to realize what was happening. "K-Ken...?" A chill went down his spine as he watched him pulling out a huge flashlight out of his backpack.
He turned around and broke free somehow, but was kicked down to the floor shortly after. He fell on his back, dropping both knives.
Ken stepped on his chest, holding him down and put more and more weight on him. "What the fuck are you doing, Ken?!" He yelled, trying to reach for one of the blades, but it was too far away.
"I'm sorry, dude. It's nothing personal." He said, turning the switch and shining the strong light into his face. Simon let out a hiss, covering his eyes with his hands. Another zombie darted to him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away, holding his arms to the ground.
He couldn't open his eyes, but he could hear a gun cocking.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, but you have to keep still. You're just too fast!" Ken said, the smile on his face could be heard. "You fucking asshole, i trusted you!" He yelled, opening his eyes for a split second only to scream in pain and close them again as a drop of blood crawled down his cheek. It felt like someone poured acid on your eyeballs.
"Ken... Don't..." He said quietly as he eventually gave up on struggling.
"Why do i trust so easily?" He thought to himself. "I'm a fucking idiot..."
(This might be my character's death unless somebody decides to save him OR i can't come up with a new character yet. also: Sorry for the long post. I got carried away. (' ))
Simon was getting all the anger off of him by slicing the other zombies up, one by one. He used his right hand to shove one blade into a zombie's abdomen, while slitting the left one across another zombie's neck with ease, shortly after kicking the right zombie away and pulling the right knife out of his abdomen, stabbing him in the chest with the left blade again.
Left, right, kick, left, left, right.
It looked like a deadly dance among the dead, but without any emotion. The blades were his partner, and the screams were the music they danced to. A sick image, in a sick world.
"..Grlk..!!"
One of them managed to grab his shoulder from behind, jumping on his back and pulling his hood off, the cloth around his mouth falling as well.
Simon reacted instantly, letting himself fall on his back and crushing the guy under his weight.
It was too late.
The smell of his hair already gave his cover away, and some of them saw his face already, looking at him with a nasty expression. He could hear some of them mumbling to each other, another one running straight at him.
He dodged, shoving one of the blades into his neck after he missed him by an inch, staring at him with big eyes.
"Simon...?"
He jerked his head around, looking into the direction the familiar voice came from.
His jaw dropped, and he just stared at the person in front of him.
It was Ken. The guy that saved his life. His... His friend.
"K-Ken?!"
He darted to him, dodging any zombies in his way.
He reached out his hand and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. "Dude! Get the hell outta here! While you still c--..!?"
His fingers dug into Simon's hair, and he pulled back, forcing him to look up.
Simon stood there in shock, trying to realize what was happening. "K-Ken...?" A chill went down his spine as he watched him pulling out a huge flashlight out of his backpack.
He turned around and broke free somehow, but was kicked down to the floor shortly after. He fell on his back, dropping both knives.
Ken stepped on his chest, holding him down and put more and more weight on him. "What the fuck are you doing, Ken?!" He yelled, trying to reach for one of the blades, but it was too far away.
"I'm sorry, dude. It's nothing personal." He said, turning the switch and shining the strong light into his face. Simon let out a hiss, covering his eyes with his hands. Another zombie darted to him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away, holding his arms to the ground.
He couldn't open his eyes, but he could hear a gun cocking.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, but you have to keep still. You're just too fast!" Ken said, the smile on his face could be heard. "You fucking asshole, i trusted you!" He yelled, opening his eyes for a split second only to scream in pain and close them again as a drop of blood crawled down his cheek. It felt like someone poured acid on your eyeballs.
"Ken... Don't..." He said quietly as he eventually gave up on struggling.
"Why do i trust so easily?" He thought to himself. "I'm a fucking idiot..."
(This might be my character's death unless somebody decides to save him OR i can't come up with a new character yet. also: Sorry for the long post. I got carried away. (' ))
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