Their leader, Eli, had doled out the orders. Two were sent to check on the status of the truck, and to see if it could be fixed into operational order to get them the hell out of there. On the other hand, Geoffrey and another had been tasked with traversing upward on some rubble, and keeping watch on what was going on with the ghouls.
Geoffrey looked over at the person tasked with his same goal. It was a tall man, athletic by the looks of it, a basketball player in a former life, Geoffrey knew the type. Tall, strong, but most importantly, fast. He threw a quick upward nod, and then motioned towards the guy, and headed towards their destination.
Between their beginning and end, they made small talk, whereabouts they had been. Geoffrey had to repeat some statements, his vernacular not all the way known to everyone.
Finding purchase atop the rubble, his partner - named Archibald, clutched the flashlight in shaking hands. Geoffrey's lit black and mild smoke wafted in the air as they watched the intersection, the ghouls shambling and bumping into each other.
For the most part, events seemed uneventful, as much as they could under the current circumstances. Archibald began to calm down, Geoffrey could feel the nerves of his partner relaxing, the man began to life and joke a little more, spotting celebrity look a likes in the crowd of ghouls that had assembled below. Geoffrey recognized some of them, by name, but hadn't been a big TV watcher in his past life. He had other things to worry about.
More minutes passed, before Archibald tugged at his sleeve and pointed out towards the back of the pack. Ghouls, by the tens, were being forced apart by something substantially larger than they.
Geo, is that what I think it is?
There was no answer that Geoffrey could have given that would have stilled the nerves that flared back up. They both knew what was going on, and what was coming towards them from the rear of the sea of ghouls.
Archie, get to flickin' that light you got. Things 'bout to get turnt up real quick.' What came towards them was a Beserker, he had seen one once, and only once. Seeing it again was a flashback to a worse time when one wrecked a small settlement he had taken up home in.
They were heavy hitters, hard as all get out to put down, and even harder to protect from. He didn't know what the situation was with the truck, but if there was a God, Geoffrey's black upbringing kicked in and he sent a silent prayer up. Get that son of a bitch working.
There was still some time, and with Archie signalling away towards Eli and the others, Geoffrey took up a sturdier position, sort of leaving Archie out to pasture, so to speak. His gun in hand, he aimed outward, but didn't pull the trigger.
This was gonna get nasty.