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He wasn't sure what it was that made him head to the book store; a niggle at the back of his mind, or that part of his mind that wasn't really his perhaps, maybe just instinct. Maybe just that he book stores just made him believe that there had to be someone half buried in books in there as a matter of course.
Oh yeah, the swarm of the fucking zombies crowding around the damn door were kind of a giveaway that something was in there too.
As he approached, he could see the barricade that had been erected and which was now beginning to fall under the assault from the hordes of the undead. Yeah, if there was a barricade then there was definitely someone inside to need the barricade in place. You just didn't go to the effort of barricading an empty building, y'know?
He was probably going to regret this, and sometimes he really hated the fact that he didn't mind helping people, but he charged towards the door, taking a couple of the zombies by surprise and ruthlessly suppressing them. The others turned, deciding that he was more interesting, but once distracted from their goal, they seemed to be fairly easy to lead away from the door, immediate prey more appealing than something they had to wait to get at. One of them actually headed off towards a couple of nearby patients which was helpful even if Kenren couldn't help but feel a little bad.
He didn't bother trying to take the rest of them out. He smashed the legs of one and shoved it towards the others, making them stumble for a few crucial seconds before he dashed towards the door.
The barricade fell far too easily for his liking and Kenren entered without much difficulty, peering around the dark interior. The scent of blood assaulted him and he grimaced. No wonder the zombies had been drawn to the place. Speaking of...
He piled what remained of the barricade up against the door, adding whatever else he could find. It wouldn't last for long but he could at least buy some time. They could smash a window or something to get out, right?
"Hey! Anyone in here?" he called out, taking a few wary steps towards where the scent of blood was strongest.
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He wasn't sure what it was that made him head to the book store; a niggle at the back of his mind, or that part of his mind that wasn't really his perhaps, maybe just instinct. Maybe just that he book stores just made him believe that there had to be someone half buried in books in there as a matter of course.
Oh yeah, the swarm of the fucking zombies crowding around the damn door were kind of a giveaway that something was in there too.
As he approached, he could see the barricade that had been erected and which was now beginning to fall under the assault from the hordes of the undead. Yeah, if there was a barricade then there was definitely someone inside to need the barricade in place. You just didn't go to the effort of barricading an empty building, y'know?
He was probably going to regret this, and sometimes he really hated the fact that he didn't mind helping people, but he charged towards the door, taking a couple of the zombies by surprise and ruthlessly suppressing them. The others turned, deciding that he was more interesting, but once distracted from their goal, they seemed to be fairly easy to lead away from the door, immediate prey more appealing than something they had to wait to get at. One of them actually headed off towards a couple of nearby patients which was helpful even if Kenren couldn't help but feel a little bad.
He didn't bother trying to take the rest of them out. He smashed the legs of one and shoved it towards the others, making them stumble for a few crucial seconds before he dashed towards the door.
The barricade fell far too easily for his liking and Kenren entered without much difficulty, peering around the dark interior. The scent of blood assaulted him and he grimaced. No wonder the zombies had been drawn to the place. Speaking of...
He piled what remained of the barricade up against the door, adding whatever else he could find. It wouldn't last for long but he could at least buy some time. They could smash a window or something to get out, right?
"Hey! Anyone in here?" he called out, taking a few wary steps towards where the scent of blood was strongest.