07-29-2016, 04:06 AM
Minoriteam? Is this guy fucking serious?
The thought passed through Hiro's head as the three blood spattered travelers slowly carved their way past the suburbs. They walk-slash-jogged onwards, following Hiro's map readout. Those goggles had really come in handy numerous times, especially when they didn't have the luxury of pulling out Karl's paper map like a bunch of tou-
"Behind you, Mr Protagonist."
Hiro whirled, wincing as the stitches in his stomach tugged at his cauterized flesh, and severed a zombie's grasping arm. They had been traveling this way for some time now, cutting limbs and skulls in half with near surgical precision, heading ever onward while slicing at the undead monstrosities like some sort of neurotic combine harvester. "Thanks for the heads up, Mr. Jak....I really need some sort of proximity alert on these things." The hacker added it to the loooong list of things he needed to do when he got off this damn island, number one being a freakin' shower.
It was laboriously slow work; undead former citizens constantly coming towards them as they move. At certain points, the crowd of dead bodies becamebtoo thick and they had to fight back to back, like Karlie's Angels. More than once Hiro had been busy slicing off a zombie's cranium only to feel ragged, filth covered nails scraping across his bare skin. Deadpool and Karl would respond rapidly, lopping off the offending limb, and in turn the hacker would save their asses the next moment.
Blood ran down his wrists, both his katana and his machete dripping with gore. His compatriots didn't fare much better, zombified guts and bone shards turning them all into a sick Jackson Pollock painting. "How many.....people lived here, Karl?!" Hiro yelled as his blade separated another zombie's ribcage in twain.
"Oh, about 5,000!" The producer replied cheerfully. "We've killed about 150 by my count!" Both Deadpool and Hiro groaned. The hacker's arms were burning with exhaustion, and the stitches on his wound were starting to ache, blood seeping through the bandages of his former shirt. But there was hope. His map showed Karl's bunker less than a mile down the road. If they could just keep their whirlwind phanlax together for five more minutes, they would be safe....
The thought passed through Hiro's head as the three blood spattered travelers slowly carved their way past the suburbs. They walk-slash-jogged onwards, following Hiro's map readout. Those goggles had really come in handy numerous times, especially when they didn't have the luxury of pulling out Karl's paper map like a bunch of tou-
"Behind you, Mr Protagonist."
Hiro whirled, wincing as the stitches in his stomach tugged at his cauterized flesh, and severed a zombie's grasping arm. They had been traveling this way for some time now, cutting limbs and skulls in half with near surgical precision, heading ever onward while slicing at the undead monstrosities like some sort of neurotic combine harvester. "Thanks for the heads up, Mr. Jak....I really need some sort of proximity alert on these things." The hacker added it to the loooong list of things he needed to do when he got off this damn island, number one being a freakin' shower.
It was laboriously slow work; undead former citizens constantly coming towards them as they move. At certain points, the crowd of dead bodies becamebtoo thick and they had to fight back to back, like Karlie's Angels. More than once Hiro had been busy slicing off a zombie's cranium only to feel ragged, filth covered nails scraping across his bare skin. Deadpool and Karl would respond rapidly, lopping off the offending limb, and in turn the hacker would save their asses the next moment.
Blood ran down his wrists, both his katana and his machete dripping with gore. His compatriots didn't fare much better, zombified guts and bone shards turning them all into a sick Jackson Pollock painting. "How many.....people lived here, Karl?!" Hiro yelled as his blade separated another zombie's ribcage in twain.
"Oh, about 5,000!" The producer replied cheerfully. "We've killed about 150 by my count!" Both Deadpool and Hiro groaned. The hacker's arms were burning with exhaustion, and the stitches on his wound were starting to ache, blood seeping through the bandages of his former shirt. But there was hope. His map showed Karl's bunker less than a mile down the road. If they could just keep their whirlwind phanlax together for five more minutes, they would be safe....
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