by Doc 42 » Sat Jun 20, 2009 12:29 am
Kieran spotted a few zombies on the next street, the shopping market still a long way down the road, but at least it was a straight line now.... A few of their zombies lifted their heads and sniffed the air... Kieran wasn't taking chances. He broke into a run down the sidewalk. Rubble was strewn across it in parts, other obstacles blocking his path as well. He quickly past the closest zombies, who were out on the road, shuffling past cars, occasionally smashing their claws off them in frustration. One of them fruitlessly swiped through the air before falling against a car, releasing a howl of anger. There seemed to be a small lul after the howl, then footsteps. Shortly after, an electric shop's display window exploded just behind him on the right, several runners sprinting out of it, snarling angrily, seemingly furious. One of them slipped, clawing wrecked merchandise and claws off its body, unable to get a grip among the glass, having taken the brunt of the blow to break the window.
Kieran broke into a sprint, thundering down the road, the zombies hot on his heels. He vaulted over a wrecked car, tucking his legs up and sliding over the bonnet. Ahead of him, numerous shufflers (Kieran normally classified zombies after their movements) were trudging onto the street and trying to get in his way. Behind him, he heard the stamping of feet on metal as the runners simply leapt over the car. He kept his movements zig zagging, leaving the runners behind slowly, who constantly over compensated in their anger. 4 shufflers begun lounging at him from ahead, he quickly veered left onto the road, jumping onto the roof of a taxi and sprinting on around them. He didn't mind the shufflers, he could avoid them easily enough in the urban obstacle course, but the runners were a different story. They wouldn't stop until he could get somewhere they couldn't follow. He'd have to try kill them...

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