Grace Walker - Against the World
- Gray smirked halfheartedly as she tripped another one. She used that tactic a lot, for these things seemed to have a terrible sense of balance. You get them off their feet, and you've got a perfect opportunity to kill. This one happened to have no idea what was happening to it, and ended up landed flat on its wrinkled, peeling face. From here, she had no trouble slamming her foot down on the back of its head. She didn't look long enough to figure out how much damage the blow dealt, for she heard an insistent moaning from behind her. She spun around quickly, lashing out with the knife to slice right across its forehead. She raised her eyebrows, not quite expecting one that was shorter than her. But the tallest, strongest looking ones seemed to be dropping like flies. And she was quite happy about that. The scrawny ones would be easy, no doubt.
Not having enough energy to make some quick attack, Grace had no choice by the jog backwards a few steps to give herself time to plan. As she came to a stop, an idea popped into her head, though it wasn't original at all. Gray liked doing things that were a little different, because that was just flat out fun. But unfortunately, in this case, she didn't have much time to be creative. So, she flung the knife out of her hand, sticking the blade into its throat. The Walker stopped abruptly, and she rushed forwards, using her momentum to land a nice knee into its stomach. As it doubled over, she retrieved her knife, and stabbed it in the side of the head while it was weakened. The thing flopped to the side after that, not moving again.
"What do you think they like to eat? Limbs, maybe? I'm not sure if you can order those on any local takeout menus. Maybe a pizza would work better? Like, a meat-lovers, but with some longpig spread on top? I'm sure every guest would appreciate that." She suggested with a shrug as she used a hand to smash the head of one against a wall, thankful that it didn't take much energy. Though its blood felt weird on her hand, and as the body slid down the wall, she wiped her palm on its shirt to get the mess off. "Don't hold your breath. I've got a budget, you know. It's hard to find to good ones anymore; they're all kind of dead."
With a chuckle, she paused, looking for another nearby target. The numbers were dwindling now. She guessed there were only a few more than ten left, maybe twenty if they were hiding behind some corners still. "Get some Febreeze to take care of that. The makers say it can mask any scent, so I'm sure death counts. You might need three and a half bottles to take care of it, though."
Gray gave another kick to one, able to get her foot jammed right into its throat. It was a pretty hard blow, and its feet slipped out from under it. She grabbed the fabric of its shirt while it was tripped backwards, and slammed its head into the ground, only getting more blood on her hands. Not that it made any difference; there was already some drops of blood on her cheeks and shoulders. I need a shower. Heck, I needed one a week ago, but there's no running water. Ugh. Now I'll be all sticky for a while. That's not fun at all.
"Oh, yeah, it's totally normal. Maybe you should get a more unique hobby." She said sarcastically, grinning lightly. Honestly, if he could do things like this daily - which, he might. She had no idea - then the apocalypse would be taken care of in probably four months, at the most. Well, at this rate, at least. The city would be cleared if no others came in three weeks, she guessed. Though, taking on entire hordes was exhausting for her, and she had no idea how Dallas could ever do it more than two days in a row, if that at all. "What a flattering offer." She replied in a joking manner as she kicked the head of one she'd just tripped, yet again. That tactic seemed to work quite well. It jerked to the side in a way that she guessed counted as it being dead. Again. Because, apparently, you have to die twice in certain cases. "We'll see. It kind of depends on whether or not you decide to decapitate me like you said you could earlier." She smirked with a little chuckle, wiping her bloodied knife on her pants. Not that it really helped. The thing was stained now. She'd have to clean it. "You know, threatening people like that is not an excellent way to make friends. It kind of freaks people out when they find out you can do all of this with a smile on your face." She said with a lighthearted, totally joking tone, motioning the the many re-killed corpses on the ground.
"Maybe it's because we smell." She suggested with a little shrug. "I mean, if I walked over to someone and they smelt like corpses and sweat, I'd leave, too." She then chuckled a little bit before planting a hole in another Walker's head, tossing it aside carelessly.
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