@BoggyB: Thanks. I don't play first-person shooters. XD
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. As much as I enjoyed shooting the last cyborg zombie, I knew I only had one shot left. I had to make it count. I nodded to my companions. "Step lightly," I told them. "Keep your back to the wall, and be ready on my signal."
"Be ready to do what?" Shuriken asked, holding down the sides of her skirt. She was still getting use to her new clothes, and desperately trying to keep the fur she was exposing to a minimum.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," I replied. The group exchanged worried glances amongst each other, with the exception of the old man in the canoe, who was jauntily singing along with lyrics of the metal bands that continued to blare on the speaker system. It sounded like the soundtrack of our endeavour consisted of Hearts Wanted, Steel Rails, and Rantasia. Not particularly good bands, but then very little of this "Romero Challege" had reflected any sort of quality. At least the music was consistant... almost comforting in its repetitive nature.
We sidestepped along the wall, facing East. Before us stretched another hallway, as mysterious as any we had seen so far. The interior beyond our direct range of vision was shrouded in darkness. It was either a dead end or an extremely long passage with no lights lining the edges. I nibbled on my bottom lip slightly; a nervous tic, I suppose.
L33tz4n noticed that I was nervous. I had upset her earlier, but now she seemed to be feeling some pity for my current situation. She placed a teal hand on my shoulder. "Take your time," she said softly. I was slightly reassured, though still worried about what might be lying in wait for me down the dark, dank passage...
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