Snippet #2094862

The three blocks to Rattus Rattus were mostly dark and devoid of life. A few delinquent looters, already taking advantage of the stretched out police forces, circled her armed with crowbars and baseball bats, but once the Five-seveN appeared in her hand, they scattered like roaches into the night. Purple eye whizzing lightly, as it refocused, Rora chuckled and re-holstered the pistol. As she approached the bar, the sound of loud, heavy music filtered from the open or broken windows. Once she was close enough to hear it clearly, it was Drowning Pool, "Bodies", and she couldn't help but utter a short, airy laugh at the sheer irony.

Several growls answered this laugh as a large amount of those infected creatures could be seen slowly making their way towards the source of light and noise from the crossroads on the corner of the street. Left hand sliding the Five-seveN from its thigh-holster even as her right drew the knuckle duster, Rora caved in the eye socket of one such beast that came from a side alley with a swift right hook. Puffing up her bangs, the cybernetic eye became darker as it focused down the sights. One shot, and the round burst through the snarling mouth of one and out the back, shattering the brain stem. Bang. Another had its brain explode out the back of its head. Bang bang. Both knees knocked out, this one was decapitated with silver blade as she stepped forward, seeking shelter inside before the entire street was swarmed. In this state, she was numb to each shot, each kill, dwelling on it only long enough to verify it was indeed a kill. Bang bang bang. Shatter both shins, spin it with a shot to the left hip. Aurora kept running forward as this one fell, her left leg also whirring, albeit a little more audibly, suddenly pivoting on the robotic leg and launching a two-footed kick into the creature's face, nearly tearing the head of the torso.

”Eight rounds, Rora, don't forget the one for James” she thought to herself as she jumped easily back to her feet and began rapidly closing the distance to the door of the bar. “Fuckin' christ, you can't kill 'em all even if you had enough bullets. But damn you Soki for turning me into a killing machine...”

A flaming head suddenly flew out the front window of the bar, rolling to a stop at Rora's feet and drawing the attention of everything for a moment, as it was still screaming somehow. Without a second thought, she took one step on her good leg and heaved with her left, sending the head in a perfect arc into the face of an unwary creature. That head was evidence of someone inside the bar who'd foolishly turned on the music and drew this crowd of infected -not that it was in bad taste. In a few steps, she reached the door and found it securely closed. Muttering a curse under her breath, Rora spun around and expelled the last twelve bullets from the twenty round magazine, all shots aimed for the head. Not bothering to eject the empty mag, she turned and started pounding on the door with pistol, knife, and boot.

“Come on asshole, I know you're in there and you can hear me! Do I have to waste another mag before you'll open up? These fuckers have no end!”