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Post by Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian on Apr 12, 2009 11:00:28 GMT
The smile dropped from his face in an instant, it was harder and showed more wear and tear of the life outside. The shadows under his eyes could have hidden an army, he had cuts and tears where he had run and hit glass, branch or any number of street grime. His nails were short, bitten and snapped and his hands were grimy and calloused. "Pah." He glared at the brick as a personal affront. " 'll manage wiv wha' I 'ave." and dropped the brick, making sure it would land on Malloy's toe before launching himself out the window, pack and all and skimming down the ladders.
It didn't look as cool as it might have in the movies, he had fingerless gloves so it didn't burn his hands but it hurt his feet and a shock ran up his legs as he hit the floor, rather harder than he intended. He snapped his head back for a moment and shouted up. "You think 'm stupid. We'll 'ave to see. Might not be a good idea to kill me just yet. A window ain't the only way in, for me or anythin' else." He snarled and sprinted as best he could, the slighter pack not weighing him down as much as he launched through the rank mounds of corpses and past the three infected that had been brought down by Malloy's bullets.
"Dun worry, you can 'ave the good stuff!" He screamed back as he got out of sight and into the darkness beyond and scrambled up an alleyway, flinging his pack on the floor and snatching out his pistol. He wished he could shoot the fucker now but with his eyesight and this gun there was no way that was happening.
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 12, 2009 11:26:21 GMT
The smirk vanished in an instant, replaced quickly by a snarl of pain as Eddie dropped the brick on his foot. Stooping, swearing, the gun not aimed as the dog handler made good his escape. Straightening, he sighted, still wincing, after the fleeing man, then decided against plugging the bastard as he ran - it would be much sweeter when he could see the Mutt's reaction closer up.
However, he wasn't that helpful to just let the man get away unhindered. A couple of shots into the darkness after him, almost hoping it would stir up some stray ferals on the man - not that there would be much of a meal on that lean fuck. He heard the bullets crack and ricochet off the walls of the building over the street, so no harm done anyway.
Smiling a little at the ineffectual threats and screams of Eddie, Malloy lifted the whisky bottle to his lips and took a slug. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad patrol after all. Then he winced once more as he put pressure on his foot to start walking back inside, and swore. That bastard had all sorts of pain coming to him when he came back - and his little dogs too.....
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