Lacrimosa wrote:
(Sorry, it wasn't on my notification box thingy for forums... anyways)
Chad
I aimed the gun again and shot it at one of the Zombies. All I succeeded in doing, however, was grazing its arm- and getting its attention. "Shit..." I muttered as I reloaded and shot again. I managed to hit it in the nose, but it was still running. "Screw this..." I muttered. I grabbed Terra's knife from her, gave her the gun, and ran at the zombie. I used its momentum so that more force was pressed against it when I kicked it in the chest. I then knocked it to the ground, stomped its head in, and finally stabbed through its neck. It flailed around, determined to get back up as it bled out, then wen limp.
Terra
When Chase took the knife out of my hands, I got pissed, but let it go when he killed off the zombie. I knew how to shoot a gun- I was taught how to use a sniper, pistol, and ak47 by my uncle when I was 13. I shot at a zombie's head, much more successful than Chad. It only took four shots before it collapsed, as I had gotten to the weak spots. Temples and the fore head- and shooting at it was second nature. I hated it. I hated myself for it. I didn't want to kill. This isn't for you I assured myself. It didn't make it any better.
Damn it this is long again.