The group would arrive at what appeared to be a road that connected the building in the shape of a T to the city. It also seemed that a stormy night was in store for Jump City, as evident by the occasional lightning flash and the humid smell of the rain ready to drop from the dark clouds up above.
"I suggest heading to the building in the shape of a 'T'.....Quickly." A voice said in the group's minds.
Without questioning the voice, Vector ran as fast as he could in tactical gear, while carrying an assault rifle to the building.
An explosion created a smoking hole in the building. There also seemed to be green energy bolts sent flying out of the hole at random, hinting that the source was aiming at something but missing their hits.
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In Snowdin, the houses seemed to be mostly empty. Everything in them seemed to be knocked over, like the occupants left in a hurry or something dragged them out of their homes.
And after a while, the group could see what appeared to be a lady on the ground infront a small building, with a sign that read as. "Grillby's." completely clothed in tactical gear with a helmet.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" Adam said, as he walked over to the lady on the ground. No response.
Adam moved his hand to nudge her, but as his cybernetic hand made contact with her body, she turned to dust.
"The hell.....?" Was his response.
Farther up ahead, gunshots could be heard. Standing up, Adam turned to Isis and Scooby. "I think he sources of those gunshots may help us figure out what exactly is going on." He began to slowly run to the sources, since his leg augmentations would cause him to leave Isis and Scooby behind, he had to restrict himself to a slower speed. Well, slow to him...
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Edward followed Sorena, and once the two of them found the soldiers from before, they would see that said soldiers were battling what appeared to be a blonde man in a suit, and sunglasses. At first, it seemed to be that the soldiers were attacking a random civilian, but then the blonde man seemingly teleported to the group of soldiers, moving fast as lightning, he kicked one into a wall, throwing another. Before punching his arm through one of the soldiers' chest. His gloved hand coated in blood. Throwing the corpse away, he turned to the recovering soldiers. Picking up the dead soldier's gun, he once again teleported to the soldier as he fired at the blonde man. Deciding to this time to shoot the soldier in the head. The last soldier ran off as soon as he saw his comrade get shot in the head.
But, as he vanished around a corner. He soon reappeared with his head grasped by a gigantic grey, rotting hand. The source of the hand soon revealed itself to be a even bigger man, wearing the tattered remains of a suit. "Solomon Grundy.....Born on a Monday..." He chanted, as he squashed the soldier's head into a bloody mess.
"Pathetic." Was the man's comment at the dead soldiers. "Grundy, let us continue in our endeavor in finding our soon to be newest member."
As the two were getting ready to leave. Edward said to Sorena. "Be ready to summon your car. I'll handle the blonde if you can handle the giant monstrosity..." Without another word, he pulled out his sword and blunderbuss, and walked forward, his boots making a loud enough noise to gain the attention of the man in the suit, as well as the giant. ".....Great, another pest." Was the man's comment. But, as he vanished, only to reappear, attempting to skewer Edward with his hand. Edward dashed backward just as the man came close enough, before dashing forward to deliver a counter with his sword. But the man also dashed back. At first he had a scowl, before it turned into a small smirk. "Well, well....I guess this pest is full of surprises...." Without further exchange of words, Edward and the man engaged one another. Each one evading the other's attacks that if either made an error, would possibly mean death for them.
The giant zombie looked to Sorena. "Christened on Tuesday...." He began to trudge towards her. "Married on Wednesday...." He chanted once more, as he stopped to rip a piece of a fence off. "Took ill on Thursday...." Armed with a sharp, piece of fence. He continued to trudge to her...
