A flash of light slashed through the night sky as the moon hung solemnly overhead. The white light shining brighter as it careens through the crowd. Mindless groans and shuffling feet fill the air as screams and yells are mingled in from time to time. It wasn't always like this, but no one can really tell where this came from or how it even starts. Some think that it was mice who got it into the food. Others think it was bugs who infected the populous. People just think that it's the dead coming back to life in order to get their revenge on the living. And then there are people who are surviving and calling everyone else paranoid.
A blast of fire rushed through the crowd as a black figure streaked through the ground; his hazel eyes shining in the night as flames incinerated another undead. “They always seem to love coming after me.” A low growl emitted from his throat as he leaped up; pressing a paw down onto a zombie's head and lifting up into the sky before any hands could grasp onto his legs.
“And this is just getting better and better.”
The city had been overrun for a good few weeks now. Only a few of the anthros have been able to survive. And they seemed to know what to do and when to do it. Of course there was always one person that Kaji knew who would basically survive everything.
“Seven! Open the damn hatch!”
The draolf's voice rang through the air as he looked down at the metal hatch on the roof of a building. The hybrid floated there for a good few minutes before he crossed his arms; tapping a finger against his bicep as he waited. “If it doesn't open within a minute, I'm beating his ass... and burning his beer.”
And as if that was the magic words, the metal hatch started to creep open. A rather perturbed two tailed fox standing below it; a cig resting in his muzzle as he glared up at the mutt. “This had better be important!” From the looks of things, he was having a pretty good sleep.
“If you don't want this food and drink, then I guess... I can take it back.” He lifted up the 24 case of beer and grinned down at the fox as his eyes went wide. Those cyan orbs shining at the sight of the golden liquid. Nestled within those gleaming glass containers. “Alright, alright. It's important. Now... gimme the beer?” He put on his bed puppy eye expression as Kaji lowered himself down to the roof.
“You know that doesn't work on other canines, right?” He let out a laugh, giving the fox the drink he wanted. “You know the drill, hold down the fort. Yadah, yadah, yadah... I'm going to to pretend this is Dead Rising and kill all the zombies.” He stretched his arms over his head and popped his shoulders. “Be back when I get bored.” He let out a chuckle, winking a bit as he took off into the air.
Seven only took a drag of his smoke, exhaling the smog through his nose before he muttered. “I'll give him five hours.” He tapped the smoldering ashes off and then headed back inside, closing the hatch as he picked up the beer. “Least I got me some drinks.”
A bright howl of laughter echoed through the area as torrents of flame crashed into the ground; illuminating the street in a hot orange glow. “Now this is what I call fun!” The hybrid dropped down into the ground; flames collecting in his hands as they formed into whips. Easily as long as he is tall. His wrists snapped to either side of him, incinerating zombies left and right as he danced through the flames. His eyes closed as he used his senses to grasp at their location, only when he opened his eyes; he was mildly surprised. A zombie that was lurching towards him looked too familiar.
A soft chuckle as Kaji rose up an arm; the whip in it growing rigid until it became a lance. “And to think. Protection is something I grant to friends. Ah well.” He let out a chuckle. The top of the lance flaring out into a polearm's head before he leaped up into the air. Flames encircling him as he slammed it down into the ground; running it through the undead's throat and sinking it into the ground below. “But as it stands. You're not friend of mine.”
He let go of the pole of flames, glancing around him as he shot through the crowd once more. Flames erupting from wherever his feet touched the ground; exploding in all directions before he slid under the legs of a few of them. His paws hit the curb of the street and he bounced up into the air; bringing his legs under him as he landed on the edge of the string of fire. “And let there be light!” His hands rose up as a wall shot up into existence.
He laughed brightly once more before he turned around and let out a yelp. A flash of metal and a lance was rammed through his chest. His last vision was of Seven standing over him, a smirk playing over his muzzle as he started to walk away. The entire world seemingly dissolving into nothingness.
The sounds of an arcade filled his candid ears as he pulled the helmet off. “Goddamit, Seven! I was having fun!” He set the virtual reality helmet down on the stand with a clunk as he looked over at the fox.
“Oh come on. We've spent hours here and we still have half a day left. And you promised me that we'd do something that I'd want to do after this.” The fox poked Kaji on the forehead before he started to walk away.
With a growl and a mutter, the hybrid started to follow before stated. “We better not be going to another stripper bar.”
