Feeling a squeeze on her lower arm, Rayne looks back and sees Nikki seemingly posing again. Though maybe not. It seemed like she was serious this time. Rayne didn't know why she grabbed her so instinctively, but there was something about her that.. soothed her. Enabled her to maintain a higher level of equilibrium. Slightly lost in her thoughts for a brief second, Rayne snaps back her head to observe out the door.

Civilians... always taking their sweet lil' time.

The others would have to hurry. It was becoming too late to leave this place without having a horde of reanimated flesh, bone, nails and teeth following them to the mall, and that would be catastrophic as they would lose their only means of respite for now. Gritting her teeth, her fair features were becoming troubled as she peeked out every few seconds for a status report.

Urg.... *Opens eyes sleeply* Need coffee.... *searches* NO COFFEE! AHHHHH!!! Well lets get a move on and check out the area. *takes out binoculars and opens window* Well I see: death, despair, blood, zombies and a partridge in a pear tree. Hmm? *spots a police building* Maybe I can reach there and search the area. But that building looks barricaded... maybe survivors?

"We're running out of time." Vinny says. "If we're going to do this, we have to go now!"

Jack started making a dash for the group. "yo wait for me!" jack yelled as he put a bullet between a zombies eyes with unnerving accuracy.

Nodding to Vinny, Terrence says "Watch each other's backs, but don't stop for anything. The slightest delay could mean death." Realizing the coldness of his statement, Terrence gulps. "S... sorry."

Michael stays with the group as they were about to leave. He looked into everyone's eyes and saw sadness and fear. Two things that for some reason he didn't fear. He just knew he wouldn't die in this

"That's okay." Vinny says. "This is it, guys. We're going for it. On the count of three, we're gonna run through these doors. From there, we'll make a mad dash down the block. Make a left, and we'll be right at the mall. That will put us on the northern side of the mall, which is the best place to fortify. Terrence, get ready to use the bait. On the count of 3. 1... 2... 3!"

Michael followed Rayne and Vinny as they sprinted out the door. At first there werent many zombies but then Michael heard a deafing scream. Sounded like a clothed hunter. He slowly thought to himself shit... He then saw a blue flash across the sky and heard a loud "Fuck!"

The hunter jumped onto Thompson and started to claw. Michael turned and saw blood start to fly like a rain and popped the Hunter in the head twice and kicked it off Thompson. Thompson was bleeding from his chest but nothing to severe that they couldn't patch when they got to the mall. He wasn't bit at least.

Michael helped him get up and they both sprinted to catch up to the rest of the group, because the zombies must have heard the Hunter's cry...

Terrence curses under his breath as the first attack hits, and that... Michael, he thought his name was, completely forgot everything he had said. "Not yet, not yet... they're still far away..."

Terrence bit his lip, the adrenaline helping him carry Malachi's corpse with little difficulty. As the hunter's scream echoes through the city, his blood runs cold.

"Not yet, not yet... have to wait for the perfect moment." Breathing heavily, he rushes to keep up with the others.

Name: Pvt. Alex W. Randal
Apperence: brown curly hair wearing full U.S.M.C. combat gear minus the helmet with his camo being blood splaterd

A M4 assult rifle over his back and M60 he took from his dead sargent and a shit load of ammo he was ready for what ever was heading into the mall to him he hears several sets of footsteps coming from the mall entrence towards him he leaves the post he set up in the sporting goods store and runs into a man who looks like hes seen to much followed by a group of other survivers he suspiciasly took them into the store demanding to know their names thet tell him and he tells them to stay quiet as he hears a pounding sound in the distance its in the mall and gettin closer when all of a sudden a tank busts threw the wall in the rear of the store and the all start to unload on it he tosses the one named vinnie the M4 uses the M60 but the tank knocks him to the wall and leaves him uncansious leaving the rest to fight the tank alone

Angus Young:
Name: Pvt. Alex W. Randal
Apperence: brown curly hair wearing full U.S.M.C. combat gear minus the helmet with his camo being blood splaterd

A M4 assult rifle over his back and M60 he took from his dead sargent and a shit load of ammo he was ready for what ever was heading into the mall to him he hears several sets of footsteps coming from the mall entrence towards him he leaves the post he set up in the sporting goods store and runs into a man who looks like hes seen to much followed by a group of other survivers he suspiciasly took them into the store demanding to know their names thet tell him and he tells them to stay quiet as he hears a pounding sound in the distance its in the mall and gettin closer when all of a sudden a tank busts threw the wall in the rear of the store and the all start to unload on it he tosses the one named vinnie the M4 uses the M60 but the tank knocks him to the wall and leaves him uncansious leaving the rest to fight the tank alone

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And what else... ooo! A mall! That maybe a better idea! I am getting hungry and probably there will be some nice stuff there. Ok I AM HEADING OUT. *packs stuff* As Allen leaves the building, a slight smell is on the wind. "Oh shi- Gah! Zombs!" Allen fires his gun and takes down a zombie. Unfortunatly, Allen forgot a silencer. Screams of zombies can now be heard. "Crap.... This is not good... Ok I'll gun it to the mall." Allen starts running for his life. As he is running he notices a group of people heading to the mall as well. "HEY! OVER HERE! YOU GUYS OK?!?" Allen spots zombies chasing him and does a quick count of one platoon. "Ok so the zombies chasing me plus the zombies chasing them equal... dang.... THERE IS A MAINTENANCE SHAFT THIS WAY!" Allen indicates to the group to go his way.

"Go! Go!" Vinny shouts. The maintenance shaft that Allen pointed out is obscured by zombies. Monsters begin showing up from all directions. Vinny narrowly dodges a claw. Police-officers are getting snatched from random directions. "Terrence, throw it! Throw it!" Vinny shouts in desperation.

Terrence drops the body, firing a few bullets into Malachi's chest. The resulting bleeding is quickly multiplied as the creatures immediately draw their attention away from the fleeing group to rip and tear at Malachi's body.

Grinning in triumph, though huffing from exertion, Terrence's mind leaps as he sees zombies run right past them, ignoring the group completely. "I... can't believe it worked!" Laughing light-heartedly, he slaps Vinny gently on the back. "We...*huff* We're gonna make it!"

Michael saw the distraction and was overcome in joy that they would make and congratulated Terrance. Thompson was still bleeding which Michael thought could be a problem. The mall was in sight but then something happened.

Michael turned around and saw zombies sniffing the blood as they then gazed upon the bleeding man and took up sprinting towards them.

"Shit" Michael yelled "We got company"

"We noticed!" Vinny says. "We're almost the-" A familiar roaring cuts him off. A gigantic piece of asphalt that has apparently been ripped from the street comes flying through the darkness, aimed straight at Vinny's head. He dodges, but it's not enough. The asphalt piece catches him on his upper right arm, popping his arm free from it's shoulder socket. "Owwwww!!!! What the hell was that!?" Vinny yells as he uses his left arm to support his right arm.

Michael started to shoot at the Tank still concerned about the zombies trailing from behind. He runs over to Vinny to try and help him up but has to stop as the Tank picks up as throws another asphalt hunk.

Dazed and confused, Vinny says "I can walk just fine. I can't use my arm." He talks leisurely like this because the Tank completely misses it's second shot. "We just need to get inside. We can lose it in the mall."

Michael said "Alright Vinny. I'm gonna take a shot. I'm running for the main doors" Michael then sprinted off from the group to the mall's main doors. Surprisingly there where not many zombies in front of the mall. He picked off a few and then got to the doors. He bashed his gun through the window to get in and as he entered the mall he looked around.

A fountain running in the middle, all the lights were on, most stores where gated closed, and music was playing. It looked nice and safe.

Michael signaled the others to come but as he raised his arm, waiving them in, he felt a sharp pain in the back of the arm.

He fell forward as his left arm was just shot.

"Who the Fuck are you" A voice yelled from behind. The man then stood over Michael and repeated it. Michael then barely got a grip on his gun and yelled "I'm the fucking Grim Reaper!" and shot the man square in the head. He stood up and went to the gate to once again try and get the group to get over there as his arm bleed all over.

Terrence's blood runs cold at the grotesque sight of the creature that seemed to be using them for pitching practice, and the zombies that completely abandon Malachi's half-devoured corpse. "Dammit! I gave them a free meal for nothing!

Shouting over the roar of the charging creatures, Terrence's voice is almost a shrill whistle "We can't! If we try to get into the mall, that thing will just smash the doors right open! We have to lose it or take it down before we get there!" Glancing ahead of him, he is comforted by the sight of Rayne, Nikki, Thompson and Liz all a good twenty feet ahead of him, Vinny, and Michael. As they rushed through the doors, Terrence realized the cold truth of what they may have to do.

His mind pumping furiously, Terrence searches for some way to distract the creatures without causing harm to his group. Only one idea loomed in his head, but he quickly brushed it away. "There has to be another way!"

*EDITED* Since you guys are ninjaposters

Vinny, catching up with the group, says "We need to get deeper into the mall if we wanna lose this thing."

"No shit" Michael says while blood tracks behind him. He runs up to a mall map and says "The security post is upstairs lets try and get there. Watch out though I bet that there are more hostile people in here after the first one"

"Let's get there then." Vinny says as he clutches his arm.

Michael ask Vinny "Do we have anyone with us with medicine background? I need to get this bullet out soon. I'm bleeding all over the place. We also need to patch Thompson up. And where the hell is Terrance?"

Terrence puffs behind the group; his exertion in carrying Malachi's corpse apparently tore at his stamina. "G... go! Don't stop...*huff* for me! Go!" he shouts, clutching at his side; his hand is shining red with blood.

"Dammit..." he thinks. "This isn't how it was supposed to happen... I was supposed to get married, have some kids, buy a house, become a senile old man back in San Francisco..." He chuckles slightly, grimacing at the shot of pain resounding up his ribcage. Turning his hand, he sees it slick with blood. Laughing aloud, he staggers against a wall. "I... don't want to die... not yet." A tear runs down his cheek. "Please... Please God! Don't let me die!"

Vinny notices the blood covering Terrence's hand. "Terrence, you weren't bitten, were you?"