[10-15] The Docks

[Hiro Protagonist]

Hiro had stuck next to Deadpool and Karl for most of the suspiciously empty journey towards the docks. Thank Omni for his last canister of Medi-Gel. He'd slathered it on the nasty, deep cut on his thigh, stopping himself from bleeding out immediately. His pants were already in tatters, so ripping off the ankles for a makeshift bandage left him nearly nude, shirtless and bandaged with nothing but a pair of short now.

Even as they walked, Hiro's leg was burning with sharp, shooting pains. He had to rely on Deadpool for most of the journey, but he could walk on his own after a time, although it was starting to seep into the bandage. If this island had taught him anything, it was that he needed to carry more shit on his belt. Even with all he'd found, he'd still had to scrounge to even keep at an even level.

Hiro had been supremely lucky, he reasoned. Managing to avoid the perils and pitfalls of the island, his goodgood fortune was readily apparent as he beheld the last few survivors that remained of the huge expedition that had set out from the plane hangar.

Then they crested the hill before the docks, and beheld the surging undead tide that stood between them and safety. A beaten tugboat or trawler floated in the water, and with his goggles, Hiro could see two figures on the boat shooting into the crowd of ravenous ghouls. "Damnit....every ghoul on the island must be here."

Okor and the red lion thing seemed ready to drive a murderous, bloody swath through the assembled zombie horde to allow the rest of them to try and make a break for the docks and their escape vessel. The hacker was more than willing to allow them to do that; Okor didn't look any worse than when he'd first met him, and Red Lion looked more than capable of cleaving through an undead crowd. 

Then Deadpool threw his bomb, and everything kicked into high gear. "Go! Go go go go!" Hiro shouted, keeping close to Karl and drawing his katana along with his machete, the two blades still more than capable of cleaving through dead flesh, any stragglers that got through the tagteam of Primes clearing the way falling to Hiro's carefully measured strikes. Every attack was carried out with tactical forethought, the hacker taking no action that would rip his wound further open or exhaust his straining energy.

(Hiro used his last Medi-Gel [9/20 now] )