Subject: In The Days Ahead 1,034 views

[Weasel]

Charles quickly nods as Martin rushes ahead. Keeping a watch behind to make sure no walkers are getting too close, he stays right behind the girls in front of him. After the girls and he himself has gotten through the fence, he looks around the yard to see if there are any other exits... or zombies!

[Shiv]

"Oh god no", she thinks silently to herself, doing her best to steel her mind. Cassandra clenches her teeth and, pulling her screwdriver from its place at her hip, pushes forward into the house ahead.

"No time, move in quickly and hide. Hopefully none of them saw us", she intones. Her voice surprisingly firm.

[Black_Hawk]

DAMN IT! Why do I not have anything to hit these things with. I don't really want to have to toss them... headlocks aren't going to help... She snorts a laugh, entirely inappropriate in regards to the situation, and moves on, keeping low and flanking the other girl. She keeps an eye out for any more walkers and something to smack things with.

[rescindment]

As the survivors approach the neighbouring house, the shape in the window becomes clearer - another walker, shuffling around inside the house mindlessly, his face grotesquely missing skin on one half. Next to him, his daughter, a young child in an equal amount of disarray stares aimlessly out of the backdoor at the coming survivors, looking lost and confused.

Behind the survivors the zombies, stumbling over each other in their rush for food, shamble towards the back door, trying to reach their next meal before it evades their grasp.

The backyard of the now looming house is strewn with debris - planks of wood and such, probably from an attempt to defend the house before its owner's fall. To the left of the house, there is a gate, closed, leading out onto into a small alley, connected to the street to the front of the house. The fences to the left and right remain untouched and intact.

[Racer Xonclar]

Martin pulls his head back around the corner and shakes his head a bit. Quickly waving a hand to get Charles' attention, Martin holds up two fingers followed by a hand held at the zombie and its daughter's head height.

He then thumbs towards the door with a questioning look.

[Shiv]

Cassandra shoots one look at the dead coming up behind them, then one slightly miffed look at Martin.

"You mean you actually have to ask? Move man!", she thinks incredulously while she makes an motion with her hand to urge him on.

[Weasel]

"Fuck!" he says thinking the streets could be more packed than this house. He quickly stands next to Martin.

"I'm right behind you." he says gripping his hammer. He looks back and sees the undead much too close for comfort.

"Go!"

[Black_Hawk]

Sarah sighs. "Just go already!"

She watches the group's back, not relishing the thought of defending herself against a bunch of zombies with bare hands and feet.

[rescindment]

In the top window of the house, there is a flash of something - what appears to be the pale skin of a man. Upon a second glance, however, there is nothing to be seen.

As the survivors approach the house, the two inside notice their plight and slowly shuffle towards their perceived prey. The little girl is missing her left hand, a grotesque bloody mess where it used to be, and in her right she holds a piece of paper, soaked with blood. Beneath the blood, bright colours.

Behind the survivors, the walkers continue their approach, coming ever closer due to the moment's hesitation of the survivors - almost close enough to touch, and certainly close enough for the smell of putrid and rotting flesh to reach the living.

[Racer Xonclar]

Bat in hand, Martin drives himself down the hallway towards the two shambling obstacles. He makes a swift kick straight at the face of the little girl, hoping to quickly take away one infection spreading jaw, while getting ready to club or block the adult's head, depending on who reacts faster.

[Black_Hawk]

Following Martin in, Sarah swipes a piece of the fence, broken on the ground, bringing it up in a defensive position and swinging it at the skull of whichever zombie Martin drives away from himself the most, so as to attempt to assist. One hopes the others have our back...

[rescindment]

Martin's kick removes the daughter's head completely, the body stumbling for a second before falling to the ground. He temporarily loses his balance.

The other zombie lunges for him, blocked by Sarah and staggers backwards.

[Weasel]

Once everyone is through the door, Charlie quickly closes it and tries to bar it as best he can. Once satisfied it is as secure he can make it, he looks back just in time to see Sarah knock the sombie off balance.

Gripping the hammer like a katana, he moves into the fray looking for an opening to open it's undead skull.

[Shiv]

Cassandra follows suit, moving into the house togehter with Charles. Noticing that the melee is crowded enough she opts to instead shoot a quick glance around the room they've enterd, to see if there is anything large and heavy that can be placed in the doorframe to stop the zombies for even a short while.

[rescindment]

Charlie quickly dispatches the remaining undead with his hammer, the zombie having not fully recovered from being knocked back.

The door to the rest of the house is shut - locked. In the back room where the survivors now stand there is a cabinet - holding assorted trophies and prizes owned by a "Laura Jenkins" - presumably the young girl who now lies on the floor in a pool of her own blood. To the left of the small room there's two chairs with magazines piled on top of them.

The walkers now reach the door the survivors have entered and begin hammering on it, some clawing at the small window, banging on the frail glass. There are about 15 of them - scratching and bashing on the door and glass, groaning loudly.