Just keep pushing. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Running. Running. Running. Faster. Faster. Faster. Nyx Goldwin's heart pounded so viciously in her chest she was afraid it would burst as she dashed as fast as she could up flight after flight of stairs. Last night she'd locked herself in a closet on the first floor of a tall office building only to wake to the repetitive sound of pounding on the door. She'd nearly jumped out of her skin when she'd opened her eyes and found a large gaping hole in the door, a snarling, vicious hunter ripping wildly at the wood. Her first instinct had been to scream, but she'd managed to swallow it and slow her breath, allowing herself to think a little more rationally. It had seemed that the hunter was intent on completely tearing down the door before getting to her, and silently she thanked God that she'd closed the door before falling asleep because, whether it be from lack of intelligence, or something else, the hunter hadn't thought to simply jump through the hole it'd made.
So Nyx had grabbed her pack, slung it over her shoulder, and slammed the door open as fast as she could, shoving the hunter back, stunned. Without hesitating, she took off, racing for the nearest flight of stairs. A second later, a clawed hand reached out and took hold of her blonde hair, dragging her violently to the floor, but thinking-fast, she kicked her legs up into the air and caught the monster in the nose with the heel of her booted foot. A sickening crack filled the air and she was free and scrambling once more towards the stairs, this time wrapping her blonde hair into a high bun.
Too late had she realized that up was probably the worst way she could have gone. What would happen when she reached the roof? As she ran, Nyx whipped out her gun and loaded it up, the silencer on the end ensured that she wouldn't alert any other infected, now all she needed was a clear shot.
Her heart raced as she rounded the final set of stairs and slammed open the door at the top, bursting out onto the roof. The fresh air hit her face and the silence of the day was eerie. Quickly, Nyx sprinted to the end of the roof and crouched, waiting.
A second later he appeared, crawling towards her like an animal hissing and snarling on all fours. Her skin crawled at the sight of him and she breathed out, time seeming to slow as she trained her gun on the monster, waiting for the right second. One shot. That's all she'd have. She would need to hit it right in the head in order to puncture it's brain and kill it, but at the moment, it's back was turned. Turn around! She urged impatiently, trying hard to keep her hand steady.
As though it had heard her, the hunter whipped around so fast she hardly caught the movement before it leapt towards her, launching through the air with the eerie grace of a predator. Without thinking, Nyx pulled the trigger once, twice, three times.
And the hunter fell mid-pounce. She let out a breath and lowered her gun, standing from her crouch. Slowly, her heart returned to it's normal pace and she crossed to the body of the hunter and shot it once more in the forhead. Just to be safe. Nowadays, one could never be too safe.
When she was sure the hunter was history, Nyx pulled her hair out of her bun and rubbed her eyes. She'd hardly gotten two hours of sleep before the interruption and her nightmares had made sure they were anything but restful. Exhaustion made her hands shake and she glanced at the hunters body, amazed that she'd made the shot.
Suddenly, a shrieking filled the air and Nyx ducked instinctively, looking up towards the skies. One of those screamers was around. Had it spotted her? Or was someone else in danger? Following the sound in a low crouch, Nyx held her gun ready at her side as she approached the low wall at the edge of the building's roof.
Leaning over the wall, Nyx spotted the source of the noise. A screamer, like she'd suspected. It seemed to have spotted someone else and was creating a fuss. It hadn't noticed her, but, figuring it was only a matter of time, Nyx trained her gun on the screamer's head. Her hands shook a little still, but she took a deep breath and steadied them before shooting three bullets straight into the spine of the infected screamer, right where his head met with his neck. She'd severed it's spinal cord, cutting off connection to the brain and causing it to drop to the ground in a silent heap.
With a sigh of relief, Nyx leaned back slightly and wiped her forehead before leaning back over the wall and shooting another two bullets into a runner, reloading, and another fifteen into the remaining hoard.
Before a minute had passed, the hoard was nothing but a heap of bodies. Nyx narrowed her eyes on the figure at the end of the ally. The reason for the screamers wails. Was it a person? A survivor like her? Deciding to find out, Nyx flung herself over the side of the building, landing on the fire escape below. She climbed quickly down the ladder and landed gracefully ontop of a dumpster.
Lifting her gun, she held it shakily on the figure and shifted her heavy pack on her shoulder. "Who the fuck are you?" She spoke forcefully, letting him know she wasn't joking around. If he posed a threat, she would shoot.