This lacks a title.The Tank let out a final enraged, gargling roar, before falling off of the roof of the car and flat onto the ground. After fighting for so long and so hard, it was finally dead.More Like This
Nick slowly, warily, crawled out of his hiding place and inched his way to the hulking body. The raw muscle rippled beneath its bloody, torn flesh, almost like gelatin, as he poked at it with the barrel of his Magnum. The Infected thankfully gave no response. With a sneer, Nick lowered the weapon and planted as many bullets into its head as he could, unloading a whole clip. Pieces and chunks of Tank brain oozed and splattered out onto the road with each bullet, ensuring its death. It was a necessity, because having it suddenly throw a car at them from behind as it had done only minutes earlier would have surely killed them.
A few feet away, a young man lie motionless on the ground, blood slowly pouring from a large, gaping wound in his leg and staining the pavement a deep scarlet. He was completely covered in b
ScuttlebuttHe knew it was coming. There was that feeling crawling up his spine, and sent goosebumps across his neck. Not to mention that smell. That absolutely disgusting smell all goddamn Smokers have. But where he was... Scuttle had no clue.More Like This
The sky cast pale light through the clouds, and the air (besides stinking of Smoker) promised rain, and Scuttle was tempted to just hop out of the stand, and get the hell home. But then he'd get yelled at again by boss man. And he didn't want that did he?
Today was an absolutely boring day. No customers, no park visitors, absolutely no one. It was as if there was some sort of epidemic of some illness or another- oh. Riiiight. Well, there were still some people right? (Look at his albeit stupid dad! And Grandpa Altaïr and Uncle Ezio! And Alex Mercer!)
A squirrel skittered by, and Scuttle, in his boredom, stared at it. It was an adorable thing, a light brown color, with soft-looking fur, and ears twitching