In reply to Sarah Mills (msg # 76):
There was a metric assload of ghouls, but at least they were slow. Slow and dumb. Lorenzo managed to down a few, swearing under his breath all the while. It annoyed him to see his efforts weren't making much of a dent in the sheer amount of them. Was
everyone who lived in this hick town shambling around right now? It was ridiculous. He was going to collapse from the exertion of cracking so many of the beasts without any proper nutrition in him before one actually got the jump on him. Or so he told himself. He wasn't gonna end up ripped to shreds like Cruz had been. He wrenched his machete from one of the beast's skulls with a sickly squelching noise and stumbled back, taking a stance, his dark eyes darting over the undead crowd in something that almost resembled panic. He had a temporary breather to choose his next target. Or tuck tail and run. Which wasn't going to happen.
Sarah:
"Thought you could use the help... I think we did quite a bit back there, lets go clean up."
Lorenzo's head whipped toward the sound of Sarah's voice, his body still poised to attack. For a second it looked like he actually was going to. His gaze flicked over the small woman, looking very much like a gory, pissed off animal stuck between fight or flight. Then his posture relaxed slightly and he scoffed when he realized Sarah wasn't some corpse that had snuck up on him.
"Doctor Love's still having some trouble," he said and spat on the ground, nodding to Dom and Luke in the distance. He took a deep breath and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, scanning the impromptu killing floor.
"Sarah, we hafta-"
A shrill scream emits from Karen, and Lorenzo turns to see her struggling with one of those dead assholes. There was no way he could reach her without piling through a mess of those creatures, but if there was one thing Lorenzo was, it was a dumb, stubborn, angry son of a bitch. He didn't know Karen well at all, and to be frank she seemed like a mopey drag, but he had to at least try to help her. Any loss they had today, he viewed as a personal defeat between himself and those dead freaks, and they could be damn sure he was keeping score.
"Goddamn, this is fucking retarded!" he snapped, the familiar feeling of plain, blind anger tightening his chest. Effectively, it made him zero in on Karen, and he doesn't notice Dom darting off down the alleyway. He shouldered past Sarah, hoping he'd be able to hack his way to Karen in time.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:54, Tue 23 June 2015.