TUTORIAL FIGHTdeadinfectedJuly 28 2010, 22:03:11 UTC
[Don't get too upset yet, Neville. Though it's faint at first, the sound of feet scrabbling over debris can be heard, and it's growing steadily louder. Something has caught the scent of the blood from Neville's leg wound and is following it to its source.
It's only a matter of seconds before the source of the noise is revealed: a small pack of angry pigs.
Angry infected pigs. They snort loudly, fangs too big to fit into their mouths before they charge forward, heels clicking as their tattered hides and bloodstained faces come into view of the unsuspecting, injured man.]
[by the time Neville hears the noise and looks up to see what is approaching, it's too late to run. not that he would have stood a chance running but when self-preservation takes over, flight is Neville's natural response; it's safer, smarter. but in this case, running would be the faster way to die.
so he does what he can and, quickly, pulls himself completely into the car, which the WT he had been using was found in, and shuts the door. for the moment, he is effectively trapped and could be canned dinner for piggies.]
[The pigs squeal, the warble unnatural and creepy before they begin to assemble, lazily forming a circle around the vehicle and inching ever so closer to keep from letting him escape. Their movements are eerily coordinated with one another and seem oddly intelligent in intent.
Two of them launch themselves toward the car, coming from opposite sides. One of the pigs barely keeps its dash steady as it trails innards and intestines beneath its torn belly.
Both rear up to paw at the sides of the, brushing their fat snouts against the windows and smearing a thick mucus excreting from their nostrils against the glass.]
[...gross. if he weren't desensitized to seeing that type of thing, he might have felt bile form in this throat. but he doesn't watch them for long, doesn't mind any movement caused by their attack besides a frustrated "ah!"
he's in a car; there should be keys, right? ...wrong! no spares as he, hurriedly, searches the glovebox and other good hiding places. time to hotwire the car, then.
Neville glances up briefly, weighing his options, before he sets to work. if it doesn't work, time is going to be of the essence. in the time to hotwire the car, fail, and make a plan to kill them, they could significantly damage the car to get to him. no pressure. (only not.)]
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It's only a matter of seconds before the source of the noise is revealed: a small pack of angry pigs.
Angry infected pigs. They snort loudly, fangs too big to fit into their mouths before they charge forward, heels clicking as their tattered hides and bloodstained faces come into view of the unsuspecting, injured man.]
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so he does what he can and, quickly, pulls himself completely into the car, which the WT he had been using was found in, and shuts the door. for the moment, he is effectively trapped and could be canned dinner for piggies.]
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Two of them launch themselves toward the car, coming from opposite sides. One of the pigs barely keeps its dash steady as it trails innards and intestines beneath its torn belly.
Both rear up to paw at the sides of the, brushing their fat snouts against the windows and smearing a thick mucus excreting from their nostrils against the glass.]
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he's in a car; there should be keys, right? ...wrong! no spares as he, hurriedly, searches the glovebox and other good hiding places. time to hotwire the car, then.
Neville glances up briefly, weighing his options, before he sets to work. if it doesn't work, time is going to be of the essence. in the time to hotwire the car, fail, and make a plan to kill them, they could significantly damage the car to get to him. no pressure. (only not.)]
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