Blurrs,
Screams,
Feedback.
Something was moving... the crowd? Were they going to risk walking?
No...
Running...
What?
More screams...
Miykael looked at the pileup next to his car...
[i]Oh God... What have I done?[/i]
Then he saw the swarmers.
[i]Oh God! What have I DONE?!!?[/i]
There must have been hundreds... and their numbers were steadily growing as people who hadnt yet clued themselves in thought the undead were more refugees. People were difficult to convince like that.
Quickly reaching back, he stuffed as much of each of the materials he brought as he could into a backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped out of the totaled vehicle. Pulling out his two longer swords, he moved his way through the crowd of running people. Alot of the swarmers were distracted by the easier targets. People who realized too late and those unable to escape their seat belt traps in time. Miykael didn't run. He walked. He had no one and nothing to run for... and every person he watched get eaten might have been safe if it werent for his car accident. A large burly man stepped in front of him brandishing a small revolver.
"Look... I'm sorry about this man, but... I gotta have that bag and those swords... It's for my wife and kids... I'd prefer you handed them over williingly so we can take them and go."
Miykael looked up at the man, and instantly saw the detail he needed to be certain of the man's intentions.
"Your wife and kids? Why arent they here?"
"Theyre in my car man. I didnt want you being near them with those swords. Now hand your bag over..."
The gun clicked as he cocked the hammer back. Miykael slipped off the backpack and laid it on the ground between them, stepping back a few feet. As the man crouched down to pick it up, Miykael jolted forward, then sidestepped, shocking the man into firing and missing his shot entirely, instead hitting the trunk of someones car, with his arm extended straight out in reflex. Moving quickly he slashed up with his wazikashi, flicking the blade toward the wrist of the man, cleanly severing his hand from his upper arm.
As the man screamed and fell back in horror, Miykael picked up the hand and tossed it to the man in sarcastic revelry.
"Hey lefty? Married men wear rings."
Those were the last words that man heard before he was speared through the head with 48' of steel.