He keeps pace just behind until they get to the stairway, where Daniel stops and tries not to keel over, heart hammering in his ribs, while Melanie moves down the stairs and out of sight.
Hungries. So zombies, basically. Except zombies shouldn't be able to move so fast. Hungries.
How pleasant.
For now, Daniel focuses on trying to reclaim some control of his lungs. And keeps his eyes trained on the hall behind him, waiting for a horde of those things to come darting into sight any moment -
Oh, there we go.
One of them sprints around the corner and heads straight for Daniel, who barely has time to lash out with an unchecked fist before it can reach him. He smashes his hand into its jaw, shuddering at the way the flesh instantly caves beneath his knuckles, but that doesn't deter it for very long. He locks his arms around its neck to keep it from getting closer but its hands scrabble at his shoulders, straining to get at him.
To bite him.
Daniel sucks in a breath to shout and gets a lungful of something musty and organic-smelling along with the cloying, sweet stink of putrefying flesh.
"Melanie!" he bellows desperately. He can feel himself folding, trembling with the effort to hold the hungry back, fingers sinking into the pulpy skin around its neck, trying not to look at its horrible sunken face and the gray moldlike growths covering a good portion of its head.
tw: gore and rotting flesh and general grossness FUN
Hungries. So zombies, basically. Except zombies shouldn't be able to move so fast. Hungries.
How pleasant.
For now, Daniel focuses on trying to reclaim some control of his lungs. And keeps his eyes trained on the hall behind him, waiting for a horde of those things to come darting into sight any moment -
Oh, there we go.
One of them sprints around the corner and heads straight for Daniel, who barely has time to lash out with an unchecked fist before it can reach him. He smashes his hand into its jaw, shuddering at the way the flesh instantly caves beneath his knuckles, but that doesn't deter it for very long. He locks his arms around its neck to keep it from getting closer but its hands scrabble at his shoulders, straining to get at him.
To bite him.
Daniel sucks in a breath to shout and gets a lungful of something musty and organic-smelling along with the cloying, sweet stink of putrefying flesh.
"Melanie!" he bellows desperately. He can feel himself folding, trembling with the effort to hold the hungry back, fingers sinking into the pulpy skin around its neck, trying not to look at its horrible sunken face and the gray moldlike growths covering a good portion of its head.
"Melanie, help!"