For a few seconds, there was nothing, save the faint groaning and shuffling noise getting steadily closer. Jamie shifted his stance, bringing the sword up. He didn't call again - if whoever it was wasn't going to answer, there wasn't any need to. And those Highland instincts of his were telling him that bad things were approaching.
Even so, the sight of the first of the zombies as it hove into view was a bit of a shock, especially since he recognized it. Or, more accurately, her. The one waitress at the malt shop - the bonny one, who he'd admired quite a few times. She wasn't so bonny now, with her sunken eyes and bits of flesh having peeled loose so they hung from her body like strips of fabric. One leg was bent at an almost impossible angle, but she still moved inexorably forward. And the stench that rolled out to greet him was foul, the rotting meat smell something almost physically tangible, and Jamie felt his stomach heave as the contents of his lunch threatened to escape.
As she spotted him in turn, something almost eager came over her and she came straight at him...just very, very slowly. Her companion, though, had also spotted Jamie. And he was much faster, so even though he was further down the corridor, he rapidly closed the gap until he found his way blocked by the ex-waitress. This didn't last long, however, as the faster of the two zombies took the shortest route he could, knocking the waitress down and trampling over her in his haste to get at the very very tasty meal that was just ahead. The sound of bones snapping could be heard, and the waitress's forward movement was more or less cut off. It didn't stop her from trying, though, using her arms to pull herself and her now useless legs forward.
Normally Jamie would be horrified by this, but as the faster zombie leapt at him, he found himself fighting for his life, swinging his claymore at the undead beastie as it tried to get close enough to claw his face off. Some more groaning from further back meant that there was likely at least one more that he'd have to worry about, but for now he was busy enough with the one who had already gotten to him.
Sounds of battle echoed back down the corridor towards Ichijou, dull meaty thuds coupled with the occasional sound of metal hitting metal - and at one point, a very distinct cry of "Creag An Tuire!" Definitely someone down there, but what did Ichijou want to do about it?
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Even so, the sight of the first of the zombies as it hove into view was a bit of a shock, especially since he recognized it. Or, more accurately, her. The one waitress at the malt shop - the bonny one, who he'd admired quite a few times. She wasn't so bonny now, with her sunken eyes and bits of flesh having peeled loose so they hung from her body like strips of fabric. One leg was bent at an almost impossible angle, but she still moved inexorably forward. And the stench that rolled out to greet him was foul, the rotting meat smell something almost physically tangible, and Jamie felt his stomach heave as the contents of his lunch threatened to escape.
As she spotted him in turn, something almost eager came over her and she came straight at him...just very, very slowly. Her companion, though, had also spotted Jamie. And he was much faster, so even though he was further down the corridor, he rapidly closed the gap until he found his way blocked by the ex-waitress. This didn't last long, however, as the faster of the two zombies took the shortest route he could, knocking the waitress down and trampling over her in his haste to get at the very very tasty meal that was just ahead. The sound of bones snapping could be heard, and the waitress's forward movement was more or less cut off. It didn't stop her from trying, though, using her arms to pull herself and her now useless legs forward.
Normally Jamie would be horrified by this, but as the faster zombie leapt at him, he found himself fighting for his life, swinging his claymore at the undead beastie as it tried to get close enough to claw his face off. Some more groaning from further back meant that there was likely at least one more that he'd have to worry about, but for now he was busy enough with the one who had already gotten to him.
Sounds of battle echoed back down the corridor towards Ichijou, dull meaty thuds coupled with the occasional sound of metal hitting metal - and at one point, a very distinct cry of "Creag An Tuire!" Definitely someone down there, but what did Ichijou want to do about it?