Delta
Certified Mind-Blower
Ethan slowly felt his masculinity diminish as he was dragged around the dilapidated alleyways by Harley, who apparently assumed role as squad leader of their merry band of misfits. Although he was being flung down the alleys like a weightless rag doll. Finally being allowed to function his own two feet (after almost being led down one zombie-infested alley after) he took a deep breath and stretched, letting out a yawn as he did so. When he looked back at his comrades, his jaw dropped as he watched them climbing up a ladder. Ethan was going to protest, but he remembered a wise philosophy and bit his tongue. There are two theories to arguing with women, and neither of em work. He nodded and walked up to the ladder that certainly looked in no condition to being scaled by one person after another, placing his ax and bucket on either sides of the ladder and slid them up the sides as he ascended apprehensively, never being particularly fond of placing the well-being of himself into the steps of a construction apparatus. Ethan was convinced ladders were commonly depicted to have brought misfortune for a reason, and the last thing he aspired to do was put his faith in that very same bad omen. He rushed over the edge to flat ground, and accidentally kicked off the ladder, which sent it tipping over and smacking the hard pavement. Ethan was certainly not a surreptitious fellow by any means, and he cursed under his breath as this was the second time he has caused a ruckus. When he was able to catch his breath, he stood up, brushing the dust particles off of his jeans, letting out a low whistle as he surveyed the area around them.
From this viewpoint, the city was in chaotic shambles. Windows were busted in, people laid scattered in the streets like negligible ants, and cars were overturned and burning, alarm horns blaring from different streets, a horribly uncoordinated symphony of the dead's doing that rung out a grim reminder to all those who were cognizant to hear it. When he regained his senses, he looked over to his friends and his jaw dropped again. Harley briefly said something about fear, and before he could try and fathom what she said while he was lost in thought, she jumped off the edge. Ethan was about to keep Rho from jumping, but she plummeted before he had the chance to do so. Assuming his comrades were dead, he peered over the edge to analyze the magnitude of their splattered corpses. He slowly sighed out all his collected stress as he watched the girls safely land in a garbage bin. Harley yelled something up, but the mechanical humming of the vent muted out any and all words from such an altitude difference. They seemed okay, although Harley looked to have received a minor scratch, which is a small price to pay when you aren't eating flesh. He chuckled at how jealous Josh will be when he's notified that his big brother jumped off a building with two attractive females, taking a deep breath before leaping off, tucking his knees to his chest and making sure the blade of the ax was far away from his body. When he landed, the wind was temporarily knocked out of him, the briefly accumulated adrenaline exiting his head like thinning smoke. He hopped out of the garbage bin and grunted, thankful for not having landed in a gross section of the trash.
Ethan was going to let Harley know how thankful he was that she was relatively fine, but the words never left his mouth as his face quickly contorted to anger. Four or five flesh eaters slowly trudged at them, and he was damned if he was going to let them stand in their way. Running past his fellow survivors, he rushed the oncoming flesh eaters, bringing a mighty bucket swing onto the cranium of the closest zombie, which made it keel over with a squishy splat. Ethan realized that knocking them over ran the good chance they couldn't get back up, but that also left an opening to the attacker's ankles. He swung the ax into the neck of the second zombie, and when he couldn't pull the ax back out, Ethan gave another hefty swing, which sent the head sailing at the third corpse-walker, falling them both simultaneously like killing two morbid birds with one desperate stone. Ethan ran to the wall, jumping off of it and bringing a swift foot to the head of the fourth incomer, but was tackled by the last zombie that was closer than he had originally anticipated. Not wanting to die due to sheer stupidity and anger, Ethan wedged the long handle of his weapon into the zombie's mouth, using whatever possible strength he could muster into throwing himself on top of the flesh eater. With a bitter growl at the thing that has taken almost everything Ethan had, he pushed the ax into the corpse's mouth, continuing to crack the things mandibles until the zombie's top half of its head was separated from the rest. He wanted to just lay there and sob, but he knew he couldn't. Ethan had things worth fighting for, and he refused to go down until this whole thing blew over and they continued to live in danger. With a swing of his ax, all the darkening blood flung off and splattered along the ground as he walked back towards his friends. He put on a cool and collected face, as if nothing happened and he was used to this kind of thing. With people to seek and protect, Ethan was no longer a shadow of the cowering, sobbing diner employee that huddled in a corner and cried his heart out, and this new attitude was apparent in his overall demeanor. He sighed and scratched his head, "It wouldn't be a bad idea to head into the super market. We could find something for your injury, and I need a change of clothes. I doubt Papa Joe'll have a problem lending me a new uniform when I explain it got bloodied while saving potential customers." Ethan would get nowhere assuming his affiliates were dead. He looked back and beamed at his friends warmly and confidently, before strolling off around the corner of the alley to the entrance of the store.
From this viewpoint, the city was in chaotic shambles. Windows were busted in, people laid scattered in the streets like negligible ants, and cars were overturned and burning, alarm horns blaring from different streets, a horribly uncoordinated symphony of the dead's doing that rung out a grim reminder to all those who were cognizant to hear it. When he regained his senses, he looked over to his friends and his jaw dropped again. Harley briefly said something about fear, and before he could try and fathom what she said while he was lost in thought, she jumped off the edge. Ethan was about to keep Rho from jumping, but she plummeted before he had the chance to do so. Assuming his comrades were dead, he peered over the edge to analyze the magnitude of their splattered corpses. He slowly sighed out all his collected stress as he watched the girls safely land in a garbage bin. Harley yelled something up, but the mechanical humming of the vent muted out any and all words from such an altitude difference. They seemed okay, although Harley looked to have received a minor scratch, which is a small price to pay when you aren't eating flesh. He chuckled at how jealous Josh will be when he's notified that his big brother jumped off a building with two attractive females, taking a deep breath before leaping off, tucking his knees to his chest and making sure the blade of the ax was far away from his body. When he landed, the wind was temporarily knocked out of him, the briefly accumulated adrenaline exiting his head like thinning smoke. He hopped out of the garbage bin and grunted, thankful for not having landed in a gross section of the trash.
Ethan was going to let Harley know how thankful he was that she was relatively fine, but the words never left his mouth as his face quickly contorted to anger. Four or five flesh eaters slowly trudged at them, and he was damned if he was going to let them stand in their way. Running past his fellow survivors, he rushed the oncoming flesh eaters, bringing a mighty bucket swing onto the cranium of the closest zombie, which made it keel over with a squishy splat. Ethan realized that knocking them over ran the good chance they couldn't get back up, but that also left an opening to the attacker's ankles. He swung the ax into the neck of the second zombie, and when he couldn't pull the ax back out, Ethan gave another hefty swing, which sent the head sailing at the third corpse-walker, falling them both simultaneously like killing two morbid birds with one desperate stone. Ethan ran to the wall, jumping off of it and bringing a swift foot to the head of the fourth incomer, but was tackled by the last zombie that was closer than he had originally anticipated. Not wanting to die due to sheer stupidity and anger, Ethan wedged the long handle of his weapon into the zombie's mouth, using whatever possible strength he could muster into throwing himself on top of the flesh eater. With a bitter growl at the thing that has taken almost everything Ethan had, he pushed the ax into the corpse's mouth, continuing to crack the things mandibles until the zombie's top half of its head was separated from the rest. He wanted to just lay there and sob, but he knew he couldn't. Ethan had things worth fighting for, and he refused to go down until this whole thing blew over and they continued to live in danger. With a swing of his ax, all the darkening blood flung off and splattered along the ground as he walked back towards his friends. He put on a cool and collected face, as if nothing happened and he was used to this kind of thing. With people to seek and protect, Ethan was no longer a shadow of the cowering, sobbing diner employee that huddled in a corner and cried his heart out, and this new attitude was apparent in his overall demeanor. He sighed and scratched his head, "It wouldn't be a bad idea to head into the super market. We could find something for your injury, and I need a change of clothes. I doubt Papa Joe'll have a problem lending me a new uniform when I explain it got bloodied while saving potential customers." Ethan would get nowhere assuming his affiliates were dead. He looked back and beamed at his friends warmly and confidently, before strolling off around the corner of the alley to the entrance of the store.