[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/676352.html?thread=55696128#t55696128).]
With a skidding run, Snake forced his way through the hotel's doors and came into the entrance, trying not to stumble on the uneven, cracked ground that had once been the hotel's entrance, and pivoted into a wide, defensive stance.
It was a small swarm, made of at least thirty, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, emitting rattling moans. He noticed most were slightly injured, and some were oozing stinking black fluid from cuts on their bodies. A tinkle of shattered glass beneath his feet made him look to the shattered windows above his head. Things must have forced their way blindly through the windows to get out of their suites, he thought, and got cut up on the way down. Looked like he'd have to break through them. Snake had always hated crowds.
Using fire at close range would be too dangerous, so as one member finally detected him and the swarm became aware of his presence all at once, he brandished the bottle in both hands like a baseball bat and slammed it straight across the leader's jaw like a baseball bat with a satisfying crunch that travelled all down his arm. Rotting undead bones gave easier than he'd expected. A swift raking left hook tore black gashes out of the next zombie, and then all of a sudden there was something wet on his back and he drove his body around with a vicious roundhouse, taking down two with the weight of the body of the one that had got the jump on him.
Wait -
A sudden bright light poured into the area. A headlight?
As if possessed, he broke as far as he could through the crowd, trying to get a closer look. Bodies toppled and fell, but there seemed to be no end to them.
Silently, he begged for the person in the car to notice him and help, as he caught the neck of one in a twist and snapped the crumbling bone with hardly any effort, leaving it dazed as it sunk to the floor. He didn't know how much longer he could last without making a mistake, but he didn't have a choice except to carry on trying to break through.
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With a skidding run, Snake forced his way through the hotel's doors and came into the entrance, trying not to stumble on the uneven, cracked ground that had once been the hotel's entrance, and pivoted into a wide, defensive stance.
It was a small swarm, made of at least thirty, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, emitting rattling moans. He noticed most were slightly injured, and some were oozing stinking black fluid from cuts on their bodies. A tinkle of shattered glass beneath his feet made him look to the shattered windows above his head. Things must have forced their way blindly through the windows to get out of their suites, he thought, and got cut up on the way down. Looked like he'd have to break through them. Snake had always hated crowds.
Using fire at close range would be too dangerous, so as one member finally detected him and the swarm became aware of his presence all at once, he brandished the bottle in both hands like a baseball bat and slammed it straight across the leader's jaw like a baseball bat with a satisfying crunch that travelled all down his arm. Rotting undead bones gave easier than he'd expected. A swift raking left hook tore black gashes out of the next zombie, and then all of a sudden there was something wet on his back and he drove his body around with a vicious roundhouse, taking down two with the weight of the body of the one that had got the jump on him.
Wait -
A sudden bright light poured into the area. A headlight?
As if possessed, he broke as far as he could through the crowd, trying to get a closer look. Bodies toppled and fell, but there seemed to be no end to them.
Silently, he begged for the person in the car to notice him and help, as he caught the neck of one in a twist and snapped the crumbling bone with hardly any effort, leaving it dazed as it sunk to the floor. He didn't know how much longer he could last without making a mistake, but he didn't have a choice except to carry on trying to break through.