- Surviving the Madness -
Both Kaleb and Blake were quickly approaching the S.U.V. and with the back hatch still open, Kaleb was putting his crossbow in the back and grabbing the two smaller Wakizashi katanas. Pulling the two slightly smaller swords from either end of their sheath, he turned his attention toward Blake, who had ran over toward Dominic's pickup truck and was now quickly going through one of the two duffle bags. How many were down there? He wasn't sure, but none of that mattered at the moment, in the heat of the moment; from the late evening news report, to the conversations with in the truck and all other events that had led them to this moment, it had all flooded his memory.
"We can't run from this. There's probably no where to run anyways." Blake stated, not turning his attention away from the multiple gun pieces.
"We still don't know what -this- even is." Bryce was quickly trying to point out.
"Have you not been paying attention the last few days? You were inside the city right?" Kaleb was questioning, though not turning his attention away from those that had already wandered onto the property.
As one of the figures tried lunging forward at Kaleb, he quick and easily side-spun the rotten corpse. As he spun, he quickly extended his opposite arm sending the smaller katana's blade through the softer, already decaying flesh, of another's neck. Using the katana still within his left hand, he quickly thrust it forward, sending the blade through the infected male's chest. "See? I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure he shouldn't still be trying to attack."
Neither of the three of them could argue Kaleb's very -valid- statement. Even as Kaleb continued on, the male seemed to be more concerned with reaching out for any one of them then it was about having the slightly smaller katana blade sticking through his upper chest. Quickly turning himself, and using the katana to guide the 'dead' weight around, he lifted his left leg just enough to give the male a good, hard shove forward with his foot. The male, still grunting and groaning, stumbled forward, inadvertently knocking another of the infected neighbors down. Kaleb took the moment he had just given himself to quickly send not one, but both blades through the side of a middle-aged female's head. The sound of gun fire from behind him had quickly taken his attention away for a moment, as he turned his attention over his shoulder.
Blake wasn't about to allow Kaleb to have all the fun. What had been several pieces only moments ago, was now a full functioning AR-15 equipped both with a red-dot scope and a slide fire accessory. The first two shots were aimed toward the slightly heavy set male that Kaleb had earlier shish kabobed, the first one catching him in the shoulder and the second, just as he began to stand up once again, through the side of male's head, sending a small quarter of flesh and bone flying away as he collapsed against the ground. The 'female' that had been knocked down and was just starting to figure her way back to her feet when Blake fired a third shot, this one cutting through her eye socket and she too fell, face first and lifeless against the soft dirt and mud.
"Where did you learn swordsmanship like that?" Blake was asking once he was close enough to Kaleb that he wasn't having to yell.
"My father has been teaching me martial arts for as long as I can remember." Kaleb replied as he quickly turned his attention toward Blake. "You ready to go see if we have any other unfriendly stragglers around the property?"
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Inside the house things were anything but quiet, with everyone gathering in the living room, both Lisa and Bryce had managed to carefully weave through the living room and around the corner, toward the middle bedroom. Just stepping through the door way, Bryce happening to see Stacie standing alone in the back bedroom, had invited himself to join her, while Lisa watched silently as Regina continued to carefully clean away at their father's lower leg.
"It doesn't appear to be infected, so that's the good news," she said not turning her attention away from the wound. "but stitches are going to be a must." Quickly glancing up toward the shadow movement against the door frame, that had caught her attention, she offered Lisa a slightly more reassuring smile then what her own concerns really were. "Could you hand me that spool of thread and the needle with it please?"