Foot3Shooter
Junior Member
Undead poured across the rooftop across from Taylor, scrambling for the fire escape. Now much more accurate with the hunting rifle, Taylor dropped undead with single shots, some going through one and hitting another, taking them both down. He would smile despite himself when that happened, before snapping back to the grim reality. He wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his lab coat before reloading his weapon again. He didn't notice one make it across the fire escape, and as he looked down the scope, all of a sudden, the scope was filled with a green color. 'What the hell?' he thought, dropping the rifle from his eyes. A zombie reached him, slamming into him, causing him to drop his rifle and roll along the stone ceiling. He grunted as he hit a smoke stack. "Ohhh, not fun..." he wheezed breathlessly. The zombie came torwards him again with inhuman speed. Taylor remembered the handgun and pulled it from the waistband of his scrubs, firing three bullets square into the chest of the zombie. It fell backwards on it's back, and Taylor got up, swinging the butt of the pistol into it's face. It moaned loudly as the gun cracked against it's cheek before Taylor fired another round into it's brain. He probed his ribs, and was releived to find nothing broken. In the mean-time, undead were climbing the fire escape, now almost to the roof. "Oh no," he thought as he looked around for his rifle, finding it and scooping it up, firing into the undead climbing the fire escape below. 'This isn't gonna last...' he thought nervously 'The're gonna make it!' Taylor stopped firing for a second, looking back for Yuri before turning once again to face the zombies.