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The finished cigarette hit the ground landing right in a murky puddle. This place just got better and better, first he thought he could easily pull out but now he had two tag along. Passing a glance towards James and Tori he only shook his head slightly. A hand resting on the head of the large black dog beside him, he scratched the animal's ears before repositioning the two packs he was carrying. Of course they were heavy, but he had gotten rid of things at least -he- knew he wouldn't need. Sure he had said that finding survivors was a top priority but by the looks of it that was slim to none. No, he wouldn't give up lives that easily. These things weren't that hard to kill either. Telling the other's to remain quiet as well helped prevent any real threats from showing as they made along 6th street. He was hoping to get towards a police station or perhaps hospital. Again a solitary spark then a second cigarette would be lit. The puff of smoke rolled out as his other hand was carrying a Colt revolver. It was someone light, yet he had been sure to leave the heavier weapons in his packs. "Come on. I'm sure 8th street should have something." If only they weren't so young. Of course he was only older by four years, he guranteed himself that he'd been through more. Deadfang did not give a gaze towards Tori nor James as the dog simply padded along his master's side.
Tori walked closer to Project R. She felt closer to this man that she had meet than to james. then again Project R was the oldest and possible the best at combat.She began to speak but remembered that more of those things could be walking around.the last thing she needed was to come across one of them
The smell emanating from the area was somewhere between rotting fruit and something burning. Pale green eyes passed to something that really wouldn't be good in this setting. A corner was up ahead, what was around it was completely unknown. Stopping for a moment, he raised his hand stopping Tori knowing James would stop as well. "Wait here." Shifting the two packs on his back, he let them drop to the ground slowly. He would've had Tori carry one but he didn't want to have her carry that extra weight. James it seemed had his own pack as well. Moving quietly, he was cursing under his breath that the Colt didn't have a silencer. Placing his back to the wall slowly, he was near where the corner would turn into the next street. Suddenly as if remembering something, he slipped a hand into his front vest pocket withdrawing a rather shiny metallic zippo. Holding it slowly, he used the gleam of the street light to get a reflection of what was on the next street. A inward sigh of relief came from himself as he moved back towards Tori and James. "Well, there isn't really anything to worry about for the next street at least. Here, hold on to this for me." Tossing Tori the zippo, he pulled the two packs on his shoulders once more before turning the corner. The street was riddled with rubble along with a few cars that had flipped. A large truck as well was even on it's side the insides seemingly torn out. "Well that's nice.."
James smiled and picked up his9mm and aimed it at thin air "Anyone else having fun yet?" he asked and opened his pack and grabbed his medical book. "Do you think this is just dead weight? I honestly can't see any real use for it, unless someone gets the flu or a cold" he chuckled a bit and dug through his pack. "hmm.... i have nothing that will help us besides this" he held up a lock pick. "Think anything will come out of this?"
Project R hadn't waited for them, as he continued towards the middle of the street. Suddenly stopping, he craned his head slowly in the direction of the wall of a small shop. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary, it was the creature latched to the wall that got his attention. The creature's tongue nearly was seven feet it seemed. "Well, Gene Simmons it's a pleasure." No immediate sign of fear came from Project R as the creature hit the ground moving slowly as if trying to taste where Project R could be located. That tongue moving along the ground finally stopped as Deadfang seemed not interested at all digging through a large pile of newspapers. Clicking the safety of the Colt, Project R aimed for the fleshy brain matter of the creature as he noticed the tongue flash foreward. Quickly rolling, he felt the heat from the creature's tongue pass by his arm barely. Finally opening fire, a hideous shriek sounded.
James heard the gun shot and the shreik and immedietly put his stuff back in his pack and zipped it up. He put it on his back and picked up his 9mm. He walked quickly to Project R. "The hell??" he looked at the chunks of brain and skull on the ground "...yummy.." he said and looked back at Tori "Are you coming or what? Im in a hurry here" he rubbed his eye and scratched his head. He looked at Project R and sighed "You seriously are ruthless.... didnt even save me anything to shoot" he made a pouting face
The creature he had shot, had only took a hit. Eyes scanning the shop he was trying to find it. Hardly taking note of James let alone Tori he kept the gun up and at a slight angle. Eyes finally stopping at an already broke window, he noticed the slight amount of gray material along a glass edge. "Hope you guys weren't expecting food any time soon." Rising from his crouched position he kept the gun levelled still.
James sighed and twirled his gun around his middle finger "Awww.... im gonna starve arent I?" he asked and stopped twirling his gun "What did you shoot at, and where did it go?" he raised his gun He smirked when he couldnt see anything in the shop "I see nothing, perhaps your seeing things.... and forcing us to hear your hallucinations? or perhaps.... its stalking us......" he said listening to the sound of clicks and laughing-ish sounds, as if it really were stalking them
Project R remained silent as he tried focus on the location of the clicking. It seemed to be coming from just the inside of the shop as he gave a smug look towards James. "Well, kid. If you want something to shoot at just go in there. I'm sure Gene Simmons incarnation will happily open itself for shooting. Oh, let it give you a good lick if you want with that long tongue it's got. Then again, I could just leave you two so you can go commando on the whole damn city, punk."
James smirked "Oh, you wouldnt last ten minutes, we need to stick together." he said slowly walking to the broken window of the shop "..." he pointed his gun to the back of the shop to show Project R where the clicking was coming from, and then aimed up to the mirrors that hung off the ceiling "Thats what it sees us from. hes in the back, just watching us" he said "Smart little devil aint he?"
Tori had not be paying attentions to the two men.She was using her god given 5 sense to weed out any thing that might be around."good new .we are all alive.bad news if you two don't keep it down a little will be history.James your with the RCPD right?Well how long have you been with them.May point is he"pointing at Project R"looks as if he has done this before as it would be wise to do as him"