Thread: The Ruin of Mankind

The frantic and otherwise distraught male would extend both of his arms before him while pursuing the attractive female. It was becoming increasingly obvious that there was no reasoning with the tattoo covered victim. He took on the appearance of a feral ghoul in the way her was dashing for the woman despite the fact that she had taken up arms with a sawn-off shotgun. Not even the fact that he could be killed by slugs slowed the male down. His voice grew higher pitched as he nearly tripped on a pot hole in the street and was sent stumbling forwards in mid-stride, They're coming for you! They're HERE ! Aforementioned collar strapped to the frail man's neck would begin to blink much more erratically now as he closed in. However, Cali smartly grabbed hold of a brick across the floor and used it to deter him from getting any closer. A sickening crack! could be heard when the heavy block impacted the desired target the male's shin. Indeed, the wrinkly-skinned captive would wail out in pain as his leg buckled underneath him. Without a second delay, his body went face first across the cement road the head slammed right unto the surface while the body followed in a long slide. Blood could be found smearing the roadway where the male happened to cross before stopping in natural momentum. Her words fell upon deaf ears for the gang member had gone unconscious. His body remained un-moving there in the middle of the road as Cali took cover near a house. Her words were answered only by the birds flying overhead. Birds... and the sudden sound of the collar beeping audibly now. A moment later, and a loud explosion rocked the neighborhood. Pieces of concrete were sent flying into the air in debris, and the body the collar had been attached to was severed into a million pieces. A bloody, pink mist of where the corpse happened to be now floated up into the air with the sandy breeze of the wasteland. So much for getting information from the unknown captive before he died. Now she was left with nothing but a blood trail across a ruined roadway. No, that collar was meant for you , precious. An eerie, unnerving voice could be heard behind her along with the rattle of equipment. A slender male stood behind Cali, having sneaked up behind her when the explosion rang out, with a ratty, knock off AKM rifle clutched in his hands. The barrel of the Yugoslavian weapon would be trained upon her head. It's wood stock and metal finish had seen better days. The sling attached to the rifle looked as old as the man holding her up. His hands were filthy, nails almost covered in black dirt. Said male's skin was dried up and overtly tanned from the beating of the sun on him day-in-and-out. Halbred, the man behind her, was also bald with tattoos covering much of his aged skull. He was mostly exposed except for the leather bandoleer running across his gaunt, bare chest that held some spare ammunition. A ragged pair of black jeans hung low over his slim waistline and twig-like legs a leather ruck sack was slung behind him. Both brown eyes narrowed with interest on the female, as he jerked his rifle in direction of the road. Move! Another man whom went by the name ' Red ' was already walking out toward the road from the opposite end of the street. A tan colored duster hugged at his voluminous form. Many things could be made out despite the fact that his clothing was not the most form fitted Red's shoulders were mountainous in scope, his pectorals boomed forwards against the duster's fabric, and his arms were equally titanic. Said duster's tail end would flow and lick at the back of Red's boot-clad heels. The hood to the item of clothing was left bunched up around his neck to expose those short-cut, dark brown colored strands of disheveled spikes. A black bandanna was tied around the lower half of his face, which started at the middle of the nose and ended at the end of his neck. Matching aviator shades covered both of the man's slate colored eyes in large oval design. The sight of a diamond patterned hilt could be seen poking over the right shoulder in what looked like a Japanese blade. The length of the hilt strapped to his back was almost that of a no-dachi considering it spanned passed his hip. With every footstep, the blade rattled behind him, and the AK-105 rifle he held down in his gloved right hand at his side would do the same. Using his free hand, Red would pull on the bandanna so he could speak while Halbred escorted her over. His voice was so deep and raspy. I would have shot him right away, if I were you... A twisted grin would begin to crawl along the male's handsome face as his eyes set upon her under the cover of his shades. Now, do me a favor... He'd point to the floor at her feet, ... drop your weapons... slowly ... right there. My partner has a really bad habit of shooting things that make him nervous. I'd hate to kill one of the only bitches alive in the world... A mighty fine looking bitch, at that.