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Colten would kick a zombie in the forehead, and is fell away from it's meal he would jump forward stabbing it between the eyes, pulling it and turning to whack the other in the side of the head with a thwack! as it looked up, various organs hanging from it's hands, it would moan struggling to get up. He would look at it with pity and not remorse, the last of the zombies hurtled toward Chou. His nikes, painted with new and recently dried blood, some of it splattered on his naked torso and torn cargo shorts. He would toss the nearly decimated board aside, it would be run red with flaking strips and a damaged integrity. It would clatter as it hit the ground, he would be panting lightly, fresh sweat cooling his forehead and chest. There would be a strange sound in the air and he would turn looking to the prison building. His face would go from a calm and collected contemplation. He grew now anxious and it showed in the way his face set as he trusted Chou to follow behind him, breaking into a run toward the staircase.

Rachelle and the others were there, and though it seemed a little to good to be true, it was the only plausible option for him.