~Renia
"We're always armed for a war, though it's a big one rather than a small one", Leona replied. "And yes, you can get those two shots, but after that everything counts, no excuses." Leona stepped back to give Renia the room to shoot and then told her she could start. Leona was eager to see how well the, potentially, new recruit could shoot. Hopefully this one wouldn't be a recruit for long...

~Alexia
Blurred images, faint smells, a big hunger... "Who am I...? I can't remember... I used to be someone... Who was I...?" And just then my conscience drifts away again. It comes and goes. Sometimes I remember things, I remember remembering them, but then the next time I'm 'me', I forgot the things I remembered again. The first time was horrifying. I woke up, that's what I call it, standing over a human body that was torn to shreds, that I tore to shreds. The rest of the time I seem to be somewhere that does not exist. A sort of mental prison. I'm there now. I can think now. When I wake up all I feel is hunger and my senses barely work. I'm getting stronger though. My senses get stronger and so does my control. The hunger is less powerful every time. I'm growing stronger... Soon I'll be in control.

The undead got through the first door they encountered only to find their prey to have fled. Eagerly they hunted them down, blood already dripping down from everywhere on their body. Both their own and their previous victims'. They don't think, they don't feel. They just hunt. They hunt the living with their undead bodies not even caring as their organs slowly rot away or fall out of their bodies. Normal beings would have been paralysed by fear, pain and started puking but these were not normal creatures, these are the undead and there is no living thing that can strike fear in their heart any more.