OoC: About time someone made one of these. Good work. [img]tongue.gif[/img]
Peering through a few floorboards, Yatatoh crouched on the tip of his feet, waiting for the chance to escape the hell-hole. His head was covered by the hood of his robes, making it very difficult to make out exactly what he was. His red-pupiled eyes shifted right... left... and right again. Believing it was safe... for now... Yatatoh punched the boards from over his head and jumped out, onto a few pews. His eyelids widened as his eyes jumped about, taking in as much view of the destruction as he could.
"And this... is only the Church..." He muttered to himself as he began to walk down the alleyway. He stopped at the last row of pews, and looked to his left. A Cross. He then looked behind him. The bodies that were once laying on the floor when he took shelter were starting to rise. Yatatoh gritted his teeth, grabbed the Cross, and busted out the worn-out wooden doors. Suddenly, he stopped. His eye twiched for two seconds. He turned back, loaded up a Snubnose Revolver, and went back into the church. He looked around for more of the holy relics, and saw another Cross, a grail with a bit of wine, and a packet of the host of Christ. The problem was that it was behind about two zombies.
"Suck bullets, you Unholy bastards!" Yatatoh screamed as pulled the trigger five times. Two bullets hit the head of one of the zombies, one smacked the other zombie backwards, slamming him into a fallen flag pole and impaling him, and one bullet missed. "Damn, my aim is a bit off," he whispered to himself as he ran for the relics. He sealed the grail, put the rest into his pockets, and left again. The sight of all the zombies disgusted him. "How the hell did this happen?" he questioned. Then, he tripped over a leg. A split second after he fell, he crammed his gun out and pointed at who he tripped over.
"Hey, wait, don't shoot!" Beam answered. "Wait until I pick up what I need first!" |