HK scanned the surroundings for a moment before noticing something "Affirmative: The door, as well as a meatbag's heat signature behind it." It was relatively cold, compared to the average human meatbag body temperature. Therefore, a zombie. Staring dumbly through the transparisteel on the door, trying to scratch its way through.
Wait. Not transparisteel. Glass. Breakable, shattering glass. That opened up some new options. HK ran for the door, bracing the length of pipe in his hands, smashing it straight through the glass, impacting with the zombie's head, then going through it as the zombie hit the wall behind it, the pipe thumping against the back of the meatbag's cranial case.
He then opened the door, stepped over the corpse, and went up the stairs, gleefully awaiting the next chance for carnage.
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Wait. Not transparisteel. Glass. Breakable, shattering glass. That opened up some new options. HK ran for the door, bracing the length of pipe in his hands, smashing it straight through the glass, impacting with the zombie's head, then going through it as the zombie hit the wall behind it, the pipe thumping against the back of the meatbag's cranial case.
He then opened the door, stepped over the corpse, and went up the stairs, gleefully awaiting the next chance for carnage.
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