Decomposition
This Day We Fight!
Malconin heard the transmission come over Bildo's radio and nearly jumped out of his skin, the noise so startled him.
He turned to Bildo with the intent of saying something when he felt a heavy weight crash down onto him. He hit the ground hard, landing on his back, and saw that the weight was a zombie. It must have fallen out of a window onto him, he realised before his efforts were focused on the zombie.
He felt its teeth gnaw at his neck and couldn't help but laugh. The thing could not peirce his neck with its bite, but still it tried in vain. He felt two more weights fall on his mid section and legs in turn. *The bastards are jumping from the window!* His mind raged.
"You!...mother!...fu*kers!...just!...dont!...learn!" he bellowed as he hammered at the closest zombies head with the butt of his shot gun.
A loud shot gun explosion echoed along the street and Malconin felt the spray hit parts of his leg and ribs. The zombies there went dead weight and then a second shot hit the head of the zombie on Malconin's chest and its brains splattered in his face.
Malconin clawed his way out from under the weight of the dead zombies and sat in the middle of the street panting. He checked himself to make sure neither the zombies nor the shot gun blasts had pierced his skin, then looked at Drake who stood smiling at him, gun still smoking.
Malconin smiled in return and saluted him. "Between my skin of steel and your love of blowing things away, Umbrella doesn't stand a chance." He glanced at the others who were staring at him open mouthed.
"Bildo my man, tell whoever is on the other end of that radio to find the 66 Team camp, we shall meet him there.