Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-3293219-20140530201356

(This takes place while Petra is fighting the wizard.)

Kaizen’s fingers slowly twitched as he heard the shuffling feet of the undead grow closer, his eye blinked rapidly as it opened, confirming his fears.

Shit…

The Black Argonian saw several pale Imperials advancing on him, their eyes were white and hollow, they bore their teeth, gnashing at him, like they were practicing. They curled their fingers and twitched their hands, awkwardly, like they were grasping the concept of basic movement as they drew in on him.

M-Move…

Everything was aching, his fingers were killing him as he landed on his left ring finger, bending it right back and breaking it on the way down. His knee was throbbing, his shoulders, back and stomach all ached and it was like reliving the torture.

Kaizen knew that he couldn’t just lie there, he had to get up, he had to fight this, he had to make it out, for Petra, Larius…

For the fallen…

The Argonian quickly shifted his arm, placing the palm of his hand on the floor as he noticed the shadow of one of the corpses loom over him. He shakily began to pull himself up, taking a tighter grip on his pistol and getting ready to fire it. Kaizen managed to pull himself up to his knees, cringing as he put some weight on the rough bit of skin, which used to be his kneecap.

 He managed to rise to his feet as he picked up his pistol, slowly turning to the undead, which were within arm’s reach of him. Blood trickled down his forehead, from where he had hit it on one of the steps, he didn’t notice the pain of the cut or the feeling of the liquid soaking through the bandage on his eye and trailing down the scars in his cheek as he was too focussed on his opponents.

Kaizen brought his pistol up and struck the first of the zombies on the forehead with it, knocking it back and causing it to stumble. The Black Argonian slowly backed away, stepping towards the stairway on shaky legs as he tried to make his way back to Petra. However, due to his injuries he wasn’t much faster than the zombies, in fact, he was possibly slower.

Another shuffler got a bit too close, prompting him to pistol whip it again, knocking it back into the crowd, causing them all to stumble and wobble slightly as they were all pushed backwards. Some of them gave way and fell, rolling down the stairs and breaking several bones on the way down. This didn’t stop them overall though as the zombies slowly came back, putting only four or five steps in between Kaizen and his undead foes. He had to hold them off, until Petra had killed the necromancer controlling them.

One of the zombies broke ranks, prompting Kaizen to lift his pistol and pull the trigger, blowing its head in half and sending it tumbling down the stairs, dragging down a few of its brethren with it. Kaizen continued to step back, shaking the pistol hoping that it would cool down before he had to use it again.

Kaizen looked back, over his shoulder and noticed that he was running out of stairs, he had to make a stand and thin their numbers here or he’d get cornered.

The Black Argonian heard his pistol click again, it was ready to fire but he didn’t know how many shots he had left…

He raised it again, pointing it at the closest zombie’s knee before pulling the trigger. The creature was once an imperial girl, with black hair, which was beautifully styled. Standing in front of her now, it seemed like the time spent on her hair was wasted but then again, she wouldn’t have foreseen this…

The Woman’s knee exploded, blood came gushing out on the nearest step as she twisted around and fell face first down the stairs, tumbling down and knocking the feet from under the other undead creatures behind her. Kaizen sighed with relief as the Imperial and Breton zombies fell to the floor and began to tumble down the stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">To his surprise, the pistol didn’t do what it did the last time he cocked it, it simply clicked…

<p class="MsoNormal">Kaizen, keeping his dignity as always and showed little to no reaction, when he realised that he was out of ammo. Instead, he just got ready. Ready to pistol whip his way through the crowd, if he had to. Though he doubted that he’d last long…

<p class="MsoNormal">He backed up, until his unscaled back hit the door, causing him to wince as he stumbled forward and saw more of the shufflers advance on him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Just… Hold them off…

<p class="MsoNormal">They seemed to be moving faster than he remembered before; perhaps he kept them at bay before, beating them back with his gun. Either way, he would soon find himself overpowered, which was fine as he didn’t plan to go down easy…

<p class="MsoNormal">Kaizen raised his gun and approached his opponents, striking down with the butt of his pistol and caving in a Nord zombie’s eye socket. He slowly stepped back as he continued to lash out, screaming at them and coaxing them to come and get him. He cried out in rage as he continued to beat on them, his rage gave him some strength and energy and his will to survive kept him on his feet but he knew that he was running out of time…

<p class="MsoNormal">He needed Petra…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Come on!” He snapped, smashing the barrel of the gun into a ghoul’s face and sending it falling backwards down the stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">“C’mon!” He cried again, swinging the pistol horizontally and knocking a few of the zombies to his right.

<p class="MsoNormal">He then screamed in rage and gave up on selecting individual targets as he was backed up against the door, he continued to beat on them, his cries of rage echoed throughout the cellar and the morgue, accompanied by the sounds of his pistol beating against their rotting flesh and exposed bones…