Post by Sarah the Bullet on Aug 14, 2007 0:08:10 GMT -5
Sarah grumbled as she exited the Cosway. Her perpetual bad atitude was still there, and she was still angry about the other peoples in the building. All she needed was a good zed bashing session...
*** 5 minutes later... ***
"Crap."
The small crowd of zeds crawled slowly twords her. She was out of bullets, and the switchblade had flun from her hands earlier in the fight. The only thing left: her fists.
After a step back for momentum, she swun. The lead zed grabbed her arm and drew her closer.
"Oh, fu-"
BLAM!!!
A bullet sped through the zed behind the leader. It fell. With several "Mrh?"s, the group looked at the new survivor.
His hair is slicked back into several black spikes. His eyes were a starteling violet. Wearing a sweatshirt, jeans and shoes, he was stocked with a long dagger in a leg holster, a crowbar and axe in his belt, and a katana sheath tied to his side, with the bottom tied to his ankle. He held a revolver in his left hand, leveled at the horde. His right hand held the katana loosely.
"Bring it," he said, cockily.
The five remaining zeds charged. The one who had held her hand caused several scratches on Sarah's arm. He made four shots, each hitting the zeds in a cranium. The fifth one was cleaved in half with the katana.
Sarah stood dumbfounded. This guy was the symbol of letality and grace any person in Malton wished to be. She also felt something else- something she hadn't felt before, but she couldn't place it...
Before she could figure out what it was, he had reached her knife. Picking it up, he gave the gore-covered blade a once over. "A little dull, but it works..." He flipped it close with one hand.
"Uh, that's mine..." Sarah said hesatently. Her magnum was still in her hand, witch comforted her. Even if it was empty, it may deter him from doing anything.
"Oh, sorry. Catch." He tossed it to her. She caught it, then dropped both weapons as she groped for the wound on her arm. The knife had bumped it, causing it to sting. "Ach..."
He reached her in two strides. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, it's just my arm..."
"Here." He wrapped her arm with a long bandage, then took out the dagger. It was a odd dagger, possibly a piece of cosplay material, as it's hilt had a lot of skull designs on it's hilt. Sarah mentally told herself she didn't want to get stabbed with the oddly shaped blade.
"Hold still," he warned, and cut the bandage, returning it to his sweatshirt.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
***
And before she knew it, she was lost in conversation with the guy. She found out that his name was Jayce, and he was a master of weaponry thanks to constant practice. He was part of a group known as Sneazer's Scavengers, something she had never heard of. It was another hour before the pair split.
***
Jayce watched as she headed back down the street twords the large hotel. Jayce silently headed for his bunkplace, thinking.
It would be a simple task to get on her good side. She was almost fawning over him anyway. He would go just long enough to get her atracted, then...
the fun would begin.
He wasn't called Jayce the Ripper for nothing...
*** 5 minutes later... ***
"Crap."
The small crowd of zeds crawled slowly twords her. She was out of bullets, and the switchblade had flun from her hands earlier in the fight. The only thing left: her fists.
After a step back for momentum, she swun. The lead zed grabbed her arm and drew her closer.
"Oh, fu-"
BLAM!!!
A bullet sped through the zed behind the leader. It fell. With several "Mrh?"s, the group looked at the new survivor.
His hair is slicked back into several black spikes. His eyes were a starteling violet. Wearing a sweatshirt, jeans and shoes, he was stocked with a long dagger in a leg holster, a crowbar and axe in his belt, and a katana sheath tied to his side, with the bottom tied to his ankle. He held a revolver in his left hand, leveled at the horde. His right hand held the katana loosely.
"Bring it," he said, cockily.
The five remaining zeds charged. The one who had held her hand caused several scratches on Sarah's arm. He made four shots, each hitting the zeds in a cranium. The fifth one was cleaved in half with the katana.
Sarah stood dumbfounded. This guy was the symbol of letality and grace any person in Malton wished to be. She also felt something else- something she hadn't felt before, but she couldn't place it...
Before she could figure out what it was, he had reached her knife. Picking it up, he gave the gore-covered blade a once over. "A little dull, but it works..." He flipped it close with one hand.
"Uh, that's mine..." Sarah said hesatently. Her magnum was still in her hand, witch comforted her. Even if it was empty, it may deter him from doing anything.
"Oh, sorry. Catch." He tossed it to her. She caught it, then dropped both weapons as she groped for the wound on her arm. The knife had bumped it, causing it to sting. "Ach..."
He reached her in two strides. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, it's just my arm..."
"Here." He wrapped her arm with a long bandage, then took out the dagger. It was a odd dagger, possibly a piece of cosplay material, as it's hilt had a lot of skull designs on it's hilt. Sarah mentally told herself she didn't want to get stabbed with the oddly shaped blade.
"Hold still," he warned, and cut the bandage, returning it to his sweatshirt.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
***
And before she knew it, she was lost in conversation with the guy. She found out that his name was Jayce, and he was a master of weaponry thanks to constant practice. He was part of a group known as Sneazer's Scavengers, something she had never heard of. It was another hour before the pair split.
***
Jayce watched as she headed back down the street twords the large hotel. Jayce silently headed for his bunkplace, thinking.
It would be a simple task to get on her good side. She was almost fawning over him anyway. He would go just long enough to get her atracted, then...
the fun would begin.
He wasn't called Jayce the Ripper for nothing...