"Alright guys, you know the drill, quick and quiet, if you find yourself in trouble, head for high ground" Dorian told the men following him. They were on another skirmishing mission, trying to clear out an area near the super center. It was one of the more dangerous missions, but one of the ones that had to be done if they didn't want to spend their entire lives in the underground. They'd done a pretty good job of thinning the undead horde, but until the town was clear, they were stuck downstairs.
One of the men shifted their weapon, mentally preparing themselves for the above ground problems. The Zeds usually weren't much of a issue, and this was just a routine cleanup. It helped that the undead didn't breed, and as long as their was no fresh food to hunt, their numbers didn't grow, but they were still a threat. "Hey, Requiem, while we're out in this part, we should probably pick up some spare parts for the water filters." One of the men, going by the codename 'Slenderman', said. Slenderman was one of the mechanics normally, but his name had come up for Surface Detail, and so he was there, prepped to go to war, just like the rest.
"Aye, all things go well, we'll do that." Dorian replied. He'd grown accustomed to his codename being used, and frequently that's what he was called in The Underground as well." He turned back up to the ladder and began climbing. "Alright lads, lets kill us some Zeds." He said with a slight smirk as he pushed the sewer grate above him to the side, as quietly as he could.
Daylight. The sun blinded him temporarily as he stood in the light. He blinked a few times, readjusting his vision, as well as pulling his sunglasses down on his head. He'd always been light sensitive and a year of being underground with the most light being dim bulbs hadn't exactly helped. Dorian looked around, the immediate area was clear, and he gave the signal for the others to come up. They were only a block away from the store, and they could here the collective sound of corpses doing what corpses did.
Once everyone had gathered above ground they began making their way to the store. What they found could not have surprised them more. A mob was crowding into the building. "You've got to be kidding me..." He growled under his breath. There was only one reason there would be that many Zeds in one place. Survivors. "Alright guys, looks like the mission's changed a bit. We might have people alive inside, so it's a rescue mission. Slendy, flank around to the back side of the building, see if you can't find a way in. Wraith, Golem, get up on the roof over there, make sure we're safe. Shadow, you're with me."
Quickly everybody split off into their directions without any argument. They'd been trained pretty well for the task at hand, and were ready for whatever happened. Requiem and Shadow split off, aiming to take the horde from two sides. Then they waited.
Meanwhile, Golem and Wraith made their way to the roof of the building on the other side of the street, and prepped their guns. When they arrived, they waited at the top. Requiem gave the signal and the two opened fire, lighting up corpses with little trouble using some old military assault rifles. The sound and the impacts distracted a great deal of the horde from their objects of interest, turning back out towards the street. From their, Requiem and Shadow stepped in.
Normally, Requiem used a cane sword, but that was primarily because his leg gave him grief frequently. Today however was different, and as such, he was using his falcatas. Swords with the swinging force of an axe. Together, they cleaved through great numbers of corpses while the two guardian angels above rained down fire like gods of war. The carnage could be described as beautiful, if the person doing the describing was sick in the head.
While that was happening, Slenderman was out behind the building finding himself facing his own problems. There was no clean way in from this direction. Instead, he climbed, using a set of climbing picks that he'd acquired some time back, just for the purpose of scaling buildings. He made his way to the roof and cleared away the gravel on the top, revealing the standard roofing choice of most industrial buildings. Unlike most industrial buildings however, this one had fallen into disrepair. A years time with no maintenance weakened a roof quite a bit, and so he did what he found was the best solution in the given situation. He pulled out his axe and started swinging. Doubtless, the sounds could be heard from the inside, so he worked quickly while the undead were distracted with the others.
As they killed, Requiem buried his blades into a corpse and let go, switching out for his guns, he immediately began opening fire. He saw Shadow fall. A farmer in the underground, it was not a good loss. Still, the dead man distracted some of the Zeds as they began to feed, and Requiem took full advantage of it. The high caliber rounds of his handguns ripped great holes in the zombies, going through two or three at once on an average shot without a problem. He only hoped that Shadows loss wasn't in vain, and that the people inside were still alive.
