Zan 1: The zombie queen charged and I followed
by: Causalien

It's harder and harder to be stealthy for Zan as semi-dried blood crumpled facing the damning cold draft that seem to appear out of nowhere. The dull cold cave resembled the devil's throat, frozen. If hell were to freeze over eventually, this is what it will like: a fresh, metallic scent permanently infused with the rocks while nothing moved. Ever.

Skipping down the boogeyman's throat, you can put your worries behind because you are fucked through and through.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the annoying song clicked into place like an old record stuck on a track foreshadowing of things to come. As usual, Ani stalked back and forth between the formation, seemingly unaware of the violence to come while the rest tiptoed with baby hairs standing straight fearing for the hand that's going to reach out from the shadows and tear their balls off.

They have reason to be afraid. So far, the survival rate of Ani's team has always been 1%. With that 1% being Zan... all the time. Zan's mind wandered briefly to that possibility before quickly refocusing on the sight down the barrel of his semi automatic shotgun. A screech can be heard from everywhere while the rushing footstep of something heavy thumped closer and closer towards them. Everyone took cover and squint to get a better look.

Ani? With only a slight delay to pat her shotgun, she drew her claymore from her belt and charged recklessly into the all consuming shadows. Yelling and screaming profanity all along. "Loud and cocky as always" Zan murmured, then followed suit. Like the episodes he sees before so many times, the zombie queen charges and he follow.