"one hundred is a lot"
The annoyed man slid across the slippery pavement to hide behind a grey, washed down car, quickly reloading his gun as he readied the knife in his left hand, panting from the run.
"Tiishh..grgh, Seb- hear-" and that was the end of the communicator.
"Darn." he cursed under his breath before getting up, facing what seemed to be a whole horde of the undead, some seeming to notice him and beginning to shuffle their way towards him.
He ran off again, taking off at a speed that he had never reached before.
The safehouse was just right around the corner.
"Liam," he tried to check if the reception is back, but to no avail, the communicator was damaged beyond repair and he let out a frustrated groan "the door better be ready to welcome my ass."
Turning around, a lurker managed to sneak up on him, surprised, Sebastian ducked, swinging his knife as it made its mark into the fragile skull.
He continued running, throwing his body against the metal door and locking it behind him, only to be greeted by Liam's surprised face, "Where were you? I thought you were dead!"
Sebastian held up the communicator before placing it down on the table, "Maybe if it was working, you would've thought different. And,"
He took a sip of coffee, "I just wanted to let you know, there's a whole horde out there, barely made it here myself."
"A whole horde?" Liam examined the wires, "about how many?"
Sebastian shrugged, "Estimately...a hundred?"
A gasp came from the guy, dropping the communicator to face him "About a hundred? Huh, one hundred is a lot. How are we ever going to get out of here?"
