City Life [Open]

[Damien Church]

Oz sucked in sharp breathes as he ran. He kept his lungs fed with fresh air and his heart kept the oxygen flowing to his muscles. Oz wasn't sure how long he'd been running now but there wasn't much luxury left to him to count passing minutes and seconds, not when a gaggle - or whatever the hell the proper term for a group of flesh eaters was - of zombies were right on his tail. The city was in horrendous shape, the place looked like it'd been struck by war instead of a zombie apocalypse, but Damien had to admit, they pretty much were at war; humans vs zombies. He weaved around traffic cones and hopped over the long parked husks of metal that were formerly luxurious vehicles. Growling and snapping jaws sounded off behind him, Damien needed to find some place that was relatively safe fast!

Oz ducked through a small candy shop and for all of one second contemplated holding up there, and then the glass windows and door of the place (that he'd just narrowly shut behind him) exploded open. "Shit!" The thing about the living dead was that they didn't give up, well they also didn't really die and liked to eat warm flesh; so that was three things that Oz hated about them. In fact he had a pretty tough time picking out any redeeming qualities in the zombies that now stalked the earth in overwhelming numbers. Some people were hopeful that this would all be fixed one day but Damien didn't really see how. He doubted there was some cure to be found and he knew noone could outrun the things forever.

Still Damien kept running, not once did he consider giving up. It was one thing to doubt they'd ever be saved, it was another to just lie down and die. Damien wasn't going to stop fighting until those damn things cracked his skull open and had his brain for supper. The distracted train of thought made Oz lose focus for a split second and that was all it took for him to stumble over the curb as he crossed the downtown street. His stumble completely threw off the rhythm of his run and it took a few shaky steps for Damien to save himself from falling, but all of his missteps was enough for the zombies to gain.

A boney hand, reeking of death and decay, grabbing onto his shoulder and yanked the man backward. Involuntarily Oz let loose a howl, his worse fears seeming to be right at his doorstep. He turned to face the undead that'd grabbed him and a wide open maw stared back at him, its foul breath shooting into his face and making his eyes water just as the first zombie in the buffet line lunged to bit his face off. Damien tossed his arm aside to knock the zombie's grip loose and as the creature's mouth came at him he upped his black hatchet. The blade entered the zombie's mouth and Damien pushed forward to decapitate the creature at its jawline.

The rest of the swarm then moved in on him. Pedaling backward Damien succumbed to the weight on top of him and collapsed under three zombies, hacking with his hatchet as he went. He managed to slice off a hand, an arm, and one of their ears, but they weren't giving up just yet. "Aaaah!" With the zombies stacked up only the one directly on top of him could reach him so Damien was at least not completely at the mercy of all three; but still he was not enjoying this zombie gangbang.

"Offa me! Off! Off!" Pushing a balled fist against the zombie laying on him by its chest Damien held its dingy teeth from tearing at his flesh as he tilted his head out of the blood splatter zone and used his axe and chop at anything undead in his personal space.