☆ @junesbomber ☆
☆ . why were some of these fuckers so fast? leon enjoyed priding himself in his speed, being a clean up hitter meant he had to be fast on his feet, but even these decrepit things could follow not too far behind. aren’t zombies supposed to be insanely slow?! he should know damn well that they’re easily attracted to sound on top of that, but that doesn’t stop him from yelling.
after what seemed like far too much time running, he reached his townhouse, and much to his dismay, he still had company following him. there’s no way he could fight multiple of these things with no weapon. his bat is inside. he’s strong enough, he’d like to think, but who knows how dangerous these things are. both hands frantically reach for the doorknob, pulling and twisting it with no avail. who the fuck locked him out?! with the undead closing in, he uttered a desperate “let me in,” before proceeding to kick the door, as if that’d help any. is this really going to be the way he dies here? one leg was now being used to kick at the zombies instead, a little more important of a matter.
