[Liem has to rip himself free of the dead zombie, which is now clinging dumbly to him as it goes motionless with his dagger lodged in its head. He tears the blade out and shoves the thing back, turning fully in time to see the other undead crash to the hall floor with light hobbling its arms. The single-mindedness with which it continues to crawl toward its prey is upsetting to observe, even from behind.
He leaps after it, dipping to grab one shoulder and flip the ravenous, person-looking thing over. It flails, trying to right itself, and almost succeeds in whacking him across the face before he forces its bound arms up over its head and drives his blade into its eye.
At which point he pauses, still straddling the corpse, to try to calm his racing system. Matt isn’t the only one who’s a little out of breath.]
Are you well? [he asks, looking up at Matt. He didn’t see the creature actually touch him, but frankly, he wouldn’t blame Matt for deciding he didn’t want to plunge deeper into the zombie-infested ship after all. Most people would definitely be running the other direction by now.] If there are still people in the lower levels, there will certainly be more of those between them and us.
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He leaps after it, dipping to grab one shoulder and flip the ravenous, person-looking thing over. It flails, trying to right itself, and almost succeeds in whacking him across the face before he forces its bound arms up over its head and drives his blade into its eye.
At which point he pauses, still straddling the corpse, to try to calm his racing system. Matt isn’t the only one who’s a little out of breath.]
Are you well? [he asks, looking up at Matt. He didn’t see the creature actually touch him, but frankly, he wouldn’t blame Matt for deciding he didn’t want to plunge deeper into the zombie-infested ship after all. Most people would definitely be running the other direction by now.] If there are still people in the lower levels, there will certainly be more of those between them and us.