Fandom The Walking Dead

[Zandie]

Please, come role-play with me!

 

[Darkby]

"Fuck you man! Come and get it!" Travis growled at the oncoming attacker. His hand curled tight around the hilt of the emergency fire axe he pried free from the wall box. The figure was a stout male. It was hard to tell the age, his face having been deformed into a multitude of flesh directions. Travis held his ground, waiting for the walking corpse to lumber it's way up the stairs. As soon as the head was within blade reach he swung precisely, chopping at the neck. Who knew highschool baseball would pay off in some respect. Unfortunately the blade could not cut through the tough muscle and bone; the axe lodged itself about half way and sent the male walker colliding into the well wall. Travis struggled, attempting to pull the axe away but instead bringing the creature forward closer to its meal. Quickly he kicked at the torso while simultaneously pulling at the axe. The blade cut through another large chunk of neck nearly decapitating the male. "How are you still moving damn it!?" Travis swung again, this time finishing the job. The corpse tumbled back, falling down to the next platform of the stair well. "Should of just stayed locked in the apartment..." He muttered to himself before scampering down the rest of the way.