08-06-2016, 02:12 AM
Sometime in the past few hours, Abner had exceeded his threshold for bullshit. He wasn’t entirely sure when he’d crossed the line. It might have been when he was being chased by one zombie horde, or another one. Perhaps it was when the fanged beast had pursued them into this town. It could have even been when the plane crash had put him here in the first place. Whenever it was, he’d been too busy trying to keep himself and the others alive to really take the time to be contemplate the absurdity of the situation.
He still didn’t have the time, sprawled out on the roof with his foot caught in a twisted piece of rebar. There were a lot more important things to do, like get his foot out and get back to his feet. Running from the ghouls that were now making their way onto the roof was also a good idea. He took just one second to snarl and do something he wanted, for a change.
“Goddammit!!!”
Feeling insignificantly better, Abner kicked away the rebar and rose to his feet. He held his arms out as he struggled to catch his balance for a brief moment. He still felt like shit, and the sudden rise had caused the blood to rush to his head, disorienting him for several precious seconds.
“Hurry up, Abner!” Trent called as he descended from the roof via a convenient ladder, just barely behind Colonel.
Great, even the kid was yelling at him now. This just kept getting better. The one consistent thing was that Colonel was leading them in the correct direction. Not far from them, smoke rose from a flaming library. Abner had little doubt that it was Christa’s ability to show up the apocalypse with even more chaos at work. All he had to do was get to her. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do once he reached her, but that was a thought for later.
Just as he approached the ladder, he watched it tilt sideways and drop out of his sight. He was forced to stop, and looked down to see Colonel and Trent fending off a small crowd of deformed ghouls at the street level. Someone had bumped the ladder in the process, because Abner could see it lying uselessly on the asphalt below.
He instinctively checked his surroundings in a hurry, and it was a good thing he did, because he saw another one of those long tongued, smoke filled creatures that he and Trent had battled at the radio station jump onto the building top with him. It was terrifying, gruesome, and horrifically deformed. Yet, Abner could only roll his eyes. He was familiar with this creature’s bag of tricks, already.
It was already too close to effectively utilize its long tongue, so the smoking zombie moved in and flailed wildly with its arms. Abner quickly caught both wrists in his own hands, and sidestepped, throwing the ghoulish man to the ground. The zombie flipped and landed on its back, and immediately lashed its giant tongue upwards at the prime. Abner jumped aside, and watched as the creature’s massive tongue wrapped around a heavy pole.
With the Smoker stuck, momentarily, Abner took that opportunity to stomp his foot directly on its face. The zombie roared out in pain as several internal pieces shattered, and although it was unable to free its tongue, it pulled itself to its feet with it as leverage. Abner watched in bewildered horror at such an odd sight, but just as quickly gritted his teeth and charged forward.
With all his might he tackled the Smoker, hoping to knock it to the ground so he could hack away at it with his knife. What happened instead was the creature struggled to stay on its feet, and stumbled back a few steps. It bumped the small wall at the end of the roof, and suddenly went over the ledge, taking Abner with it.
Abner tightly clutched the zombie as they fell, unsure of what else to do. They slammed into a balcony rail halfway down, and bounced right off. They continued their descent to the ground, when the smoker’s tongue suddenly ran out of slack, and it abruptly stopped its fall only six feet from the ground. The snap from the sudden stop caused both of them to stop falling and bounce slightly back upwards together, but Abner lost his grip and dropped to the ground, landing on his back.
Trent rushed up, looking at Abner’s prone body and the hanging zombie in terror. He’d witnessed the entire fall, but didn’t know what to think of such a surreal sight. Had he seriously just seen a man ride a zombie down a building? Colonel approached as well, fresh from slaughtering the small pack of ghouls. He looked at the hanging Smoker first, and was quick to decapitate it with his beam sword. The head remained suspended by the long tongue, while the rest of the body landed near to the prone, groaning former Stormtrooper.
“Am I dead yet?” Abner moaned as he looked up at Colonel and Trent.
“You should be so lucky,” Colonel replied as he deactivated his energy sword.
Abner blinked, but kept an emotionless face. Had it always been there, or had the machine actually picked up on his sarcastic humor?
“Dammit,” Abner mumbled as he gazed up at the night sky.
Colonel simply extended his arm to help Abner to his feet. “Get up.”
There was the robot he knew. Abner took Colonel’s hand and allowed the soldier navi to pull him to his feet. He looked before them, at the entrance to building with an entire top level still aflame.
“You think the one you talked to is in here?” Colonel asked as he surveyed the building, as well.
Abner didn’t like Colonel’s shade of monotone, so he frowned in response. “I told you she’d make a hell of a signal, Sparkplug. Look at this place. There’s nowhere else she could be.”
“You’d better be right,” Colonel remarked as he began to make his way towards the building.
Trent glanced between the two, then hurriedly followed after Colonel. Abner wanted to show a little more snark, but Colonel had a good point. Hopefully she was in there.
He still didn’t have the time, sprawled out on the roof with his foot caught in a twisted piece of rebar. There were a lot more important things to do, like get his foot out and get back to his feet. Running from the ghouls that were now making their way onto the roof was also a good idea. He took just one second to snarl and do something he wanted, for a change.
“Goddammit!!!”
Feeling insignificantly better, Abner kicked away the rebar and rose to his feet. He held his arms out as he struggled to catch his balance for a brief moment. He still felt like shit, and the sudden rise had caused the blood to rush to his head, disorienting him for several precious seconds.
“Hurry up, Abner!” Trent called as he descended from the roof via a convenient ladder, just barely behind Colonel.
Great, even the kid was yelling at him now. This just kept getting better. The one consistent thing was that Colonel was leading them in the correct direction. Not far from them, smoke rose from a flaming library. Abner had little doubt that it was Christa’s ability to show up the apocalypse with even more chaos at work. All he had to do was get to her. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do once he reached her, but that was a thought for later.
Just as he approached the ladder, he watched it tilt sideways and drop out of his sight. He was forced to stop, and looked down to see Colonel and Trent fending off a small crowd of deformed ghouls at the street level. Someone had bumped the ladder in the process, because Abner could see it lying uselessly on the asphalt below.
He instinctively checked his surroundings in a hurry, and it was a good thing he did, because he saw another one of those long tongued, smoke filled creatures that he and Trent had battled at the radio station jump onto the building top with him. It was terrifying, gruesome, and horrifically deformed. Yet, Abner could only roll his eyes. He was familiar with this creature’s bag of tricks, already.
It was already too close to effectively utilize its long tongue, so the smoking zombie moved in and flailed wildly with its arms. Abner quickly caught both wrists in his own hands, and sidestepped, throwing the ghoulish man to the ground. The zombie flipped and landed on its back, and immediately lashed its giant tongue upwards at the prime. Abner jumped aside, and watched as the creature’s massive tongue wrapped around a heavy pole.
With the Smoker stuck, momentarily, Abner took that opportunity to stomp his foot directly on its face. The zombie roared out in pain as several internal pieces shattered, and although it was unable to free its tongue, it pulled itself to its feet with it as leverage. Abner watched in bewildered horror at such an odd sight, but just as quickly gritted his teeth and charged forward.
With all his might he tackled the Smoker, hoping to knock it to the ground so he could hack away at it with his knife. What happened instead was the creature struggled to stay on its feet, and stumbled back a few steps. It bumped the small wall at the end of the roof, and suddenly went over the ledge, taking Abner with it.
Abner tightly clutched the zombie as they fell, unsure of what else to do. They slammed into a balcony rail halfway down, and bounced right off. They continued their descent to the ground, when the smoker’s tongue suddenly ran out of slack, and it abruptly stopped its fall only six feet from the ground. The snap from the sudden stop caused both of them to stop falling and bounce slightly back upwards together, but Abner lost his grip and dropped to the ground, landing on his back.
Trent rushed up, looking at Abner’s prone body and the hanging zombie in terror. He’d witnessed the entire fall, but didn’t know what to think of such a surreal sight. Had he seriously just seen a man ride a zombie down a building? Colonel approached as well, fresh from slaughtering the small pack of ghouls. He looked at the hanging Smoker first, and was quick to decapitate it with his beam sword. The head remained suspended by the long tongue, while the rest of the body landed near to the prone, groaning former Stormtrooper.
“Am I dead yet?” Abner moaned as he looked up at Colonel and Trent.
“You should be so lucky,” Colonel replied as he deactivated his energy sword.
Abner blinked, but kept an emotionless face. Had it always been there, or had the machine actually picked up on his sarcastic humor?
“Dammit,” Abner mumbled as he gazed up at the night sky.
Colonel simply extended his arm to help Abner to his feet. “Get up.”
There was the robot he knew. Abner took Colonel’s hand and allowed the soldier navi to pull him to his feet. He looked before them, at the entrance to building with an entire top level still aflame.
“You think the one you talked to is in here?” Colonel asked as he surveyed the building, as well.
Abner didn’t like Colonel’s shade of monotone, so he frowned in response. “I told you she’d make a hell of a signal, Sparkplug. Look at this place. There’s nowhere else she could be.”
“You’d better be right,” Colonel remarked as he began to make his way towards the building.
Trent glanced between the two, then hurriedly followed after Colonel. Abner wanted to show a little more snark, but Colonel had a good point. Hopefully she was in there.