Graves takes off in a sprint rushing to his comrades as he still tries to make contact but nothing coming through. He starts to hear gunfire and with that sound a brush of relive falls upon him. He makes a mad dash to the signs of life. Graves is stopped suddenly when he comes upon the team. He finds the group trapped in a building using the jeep for cover. Now all that’s between him and the team is a few dozen zombies. He shrugs it off thinking, “I’ve had worse odds.”
He grabs to grenades first pulling the pins out with his teeth throwing them to the edge of the undead forces. Then jumping behind a near by car for cover he waits for the blast. A thunderous boom erupts from behind his cover, and he pops out unloading into the crowd. Making sure to stay aimed away from the entrance that his group is hidden behind. Quickly depleting the rest of his ammo he pulls out his two knifes both are custom made for him and are about a foot long in length. The back end serrated for cutting clean through bone and taking out large chunks of flesh. Even down to the handle its self with a solid metal piece guarding his hands the metal that goes along it sharpened for a nice clean cut and at the end of the handles was a 6 inch spike used for stabbing straight into the skull of an undead and rendering it useless.
He runs into the crowd like a berserker from the middle ages. He ducks and rolls because he’s not only having to doge the menacing undead reaching and snapping at him, but also having to avoid the gunshots from his team members that start to slow down on the rate of fire. They seem to be amazed by the very sight but an overwhelming feeling of joy comes over them tank yells from the building “Its Graves start laying down some cover fire now now now.”
The group listens to Tanks advice and begins to make a more focused point of attack. Creating a small pathway for graves to make his way through. Graves still tumbles through the absolute carnage. Kicking limbs and other body parts out of the way even sticking the ones that appears to be down for the count. He takes no chances as he continues through the masses. Suddenly crash yell out to graves to stay down as she swings the 50.cal over in his direction. The gunfires blasting through anything standing taking of body parts like a hot knife through butter. This creates a wide-open space now and a good opening for graves to jump to his feet and make his way to them. Graves does just that as soon as the fire from above shuts down as. He makes his way by the jeep he hurls him self over the hood landing on it a bit and rolling off.
As he lands making his way to a safe point he begins to grab some clips and joins in the group taking out the remaining undead. After a few more minutes of gunfire the smoke settles and the barrels cool down. The tension how ever is far from over.
“God damn it graves what the hell were you thinking? Your not unstoppable you know. You cant just do shit like that. Also why the hell haven’t we been able to get a hold of you or even heard from you since we got here?” Krash immediately starts in with an angered line of questioning.
Tank speaks up first before Graves can even answer.” Now just hold on Krash boss man just got through getting his head nearly blown off by us, and it bitten off by them. At least give him a moment to breath will ya.”
Graves leans back against a near by wall as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He exhales a large breath of smoke and lets a fire burn deep inside his lungs before he speaks. “There ya go Tank there’s your breath, and Krash I was doing my job doing recon and keeping silent. I had my radio turned off for a reason.
