Thread: Risking A Cure (Cain and {{Zombie_Addict}})

Good lovin'? a slight chuckle slips past his lips as he scrambled up more of the cliffside before finally realizing they were leveling off. I know a few other scavengers...whenever our paths cross we like to hook up. Kind of exciting, it's unpredictable, yet familiar. We all have our stomping grounds, where we like to scavenge, so we'll occasionally run into one another and since scavenging usually entails two days, one going to the city and one coming back...we get one night to spend together. We try to make it as carnal as we can...given the noise parameters, of course. He stood up where the skree began to level off and helped her up, holding her arms in his hands as she did the same with his. Me too, he began. He didn't like the look of this stranger. More the point, he didn't like how quickly people took to his story...or his charisma. Wilson's a smart guy, but even smart men will grasp at false hope in a time like this. He saw the birds fly off and then in the corner of his eye, he spotted the highway. Ahh, look over there! he said, a bright smile on his face as he pointed to the concrete. It was a few hundred yards away, maybe five football fields. And between the highway and themselves was about a hundred or so walkers, each beginning to notice them and slowly shambling closer to them. Yes, as they got closer to man made objects, the denser the population of the undead became. Well...well...well... he said as he turned to her. I know you can handle yourself, so let's say we have ourselves a little race to the highway. It's raised, so we'll be traveling below to avoid any bandits and the like. So I'll meet you under the highway, darlin'. Oh, and try not to use any guns here, we got to keep our presence unknown to the bandits from now on. And with that, he began his dash towards the highway, kicking up a small bit of dust as he sprinted towards the horde. A gleam of light hit his worn blade as he slipped the machete from his back and held it down as he came up to the first one. With one quick movement, he clipped the undead's calf, the body responding in kind by falling to the ground. As Cain made his way closer and closer, he continued this pattern. He cared not if they were dead or not afterwards, he just wanted them out of his way. Sometimes it was harder to cut through their spine, but slicing their muscle was easy. The decayed, rotting, bands of muscle cut so easily, and once they were cut, the undead were very easy to deal with. Cain liked this, it was a simple logic, a crisp, clean battleplan for quick combat when you had to get to another point. You don't need to dismember them, you just needed to neutralize the threat. As Cain drew closer to the highway, he wondered how Ari was doing. Girl could handle her own affairs, but he hoped she wouldn't be drenched in the undead vitriol again. The smell was near impossible to wash out and he'd rather not feel like he was sleeping next to a corpse when they shared a tent next. Furthermore, he hoped nothing went wrong on her side. He trusted her to match him physically, but accidents could happen. He glanced back a moment to catch a glimpse at her, giving one undead enough time to latch onto his arm. Teeth clenching in fright, he pushed the ghoul aside and raised the blade, hacking the arm clean off and then lifting his own foot to push the body off of him. He continued running, feeling the undead hand continue to tighten its grip on his forearm.