{Some of my favourite project...} Jamie automatically snapped his leg high in the air, his kick connecting with his opponents’ shoulder blade. With a sickening crack the arm dropped to the warehouse floor. ‘What? You can’t even keep yourself together?’ Jamie taunted the shocked zombie. Kicking the limb out of reach, he continued with his assault only pausing when his fist sunk into its stomach and became tangled. ‘Gross.’ Pulling his arm back out, he shook the rotted flesh off. Looking down at its gaping wound the zombie shook his head. ‘How am I meant to patch this up?’ Jamie took a syringe from the inside pocket of his coat, as he uncapped it he chuckled, ‘You won’t get the chance I’m afraid.’ He plunged the needle into the creatures’ eye and injected the petrol; excess ran down its face. ‘You won’t get the better of me Frost,’ the zombie stated to run, Jamie sighed as he leapt into a roundhouse kick which landed in the small of the zombies back. He gave a satisfied grunt as the torso snapped in two. ‘Oh come on!’ Jamie watched as the fallen zombie still tried to make an escape, slowly dragging itself along the concrete floor by the one remaining arm, spoiled intestines trailing behind, its detached legs twitching a metre away. Jamie struck a match and flicked it towards his enemy; it fell on his hair instantly catching alight. Frost crouched beside it, ‘I’d say something witty right now, but it seems a little cliché.’ He stood up and started to walk away his coat flowing behind him. ‘My Priestess will have her revenge on you Warrior. She will have her revenge.’ It wailed as the flames began to melt the decayed skin off his face. ‘Sure she will,’ Jamie murmured as the petrol soaked brain exploded. ‘I’m counting on it.’
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 08:37:44 +0000
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