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Reaching Ash, Dan groaned when he saw that about a dozen of the dead roamed the area and leaned back against the building behind him and closed his eyes. "Fuck...I cleared them out just hours ago. Where in the hell are they all coming from!?" he muttered, as he looked around the edge of the building and counted the ambling dead and closed his eyes again. "12. 12 fuckers." he muttered as he sighed and thumped the back of his head against the building. "Guess I need to get rid of them." he muttered as he shrugged the pack off his back and stepped away from the building and into view.

"Hey nasty fuckers! Catch!" he shouted and tossed his pack hard enough to slam into one of the dead as they looked towards him, causing the dead female to stumble back into three others and take them down with her. With that Dan leaped forward, his katana slicing from its sheath with a smooth motion that allowed him to slice the closest dead. The males face was sliced in half from ear to ear, as its body fell to the ground, Dan twisted and kicked it, causing it to fly back, slamming into another dead man, making him fall down with the now dead weight of his fallen companion on him.

Twisting to his right, away from the reaching hands of an elderly woman, Dan smashed his elbow into her face, braking bones and causing a grimace of disgust to color his face when coagulated blood splattered over his arm, causing the elderly woman to stumble back. As she stumbled back, he lashed out with his right leg, his foot striking her in the face with a resounding crunch that dropped her to the ground. He followed her down with a louder crunch as his booted foot stomped on her face, a wrinkle scrunching up his nose as blood and brains spilled from her head. Not stopping there, he twisted again, his blade slicing through the neck of another man in a ragged suite and half of his body slimy with fluids dripping from him. "Three dead, five down and four more to go." he muttered as he leaped back from a reaching male and shifted his body into a well memorized stance and grinned as he popped his head. "Time to end this." he muttered as he stepped forward and became a whirling form of slashing blade and striking fists and feet. Bodies fell and heads rolled.

Silence echoed several long minutes later after the last body fell, a child of 8 or 9, Dan wasn't sure, the clean hole through her forehead indicated that he had stabbed her, instead of slicing off her head. Sighing, he looked about the area and grimaced even as he shook his head. "What ever the fuck is going on, this is just plain wrong. The dead should stay dead!" he muttered as he picked up his pack grimacing at seeing the splattering of blood and gore on it and wrinkled his nose. "When I get in I need a bath and everything else needs a through cleaning." he muttered as he moved towards the fire escape, leaped up and caught the end of the ladder and pulled it down. Once he climbed to the platform he pulled up the ladder and headed up the stairs to the fourth floor and slipped into the open window to the apartment he was using and closed it behind him.