There are fewer and fewer Infected on the streets, but Alex doesn't move to avoid them. He heads straight for a water tower on top of a building, his fists becoming large and heavy like hammers, slamming into the metal canister. There's a roar from inside, and a clawed paw swipes at Alex.
Alex's arms morph into blades, and he rips into its spines, breaking them before his feeding tendrils grab it, absorbing its mass and life energy into him, giving him energy and power for what lies ahead. Its feral memories mesh with his own, making his hunter's senses even sharper.
And before them lies the waiting bridge, two helicopters hovering overhead, tanks and soldiers on the ground.
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2013-12-31 00:15 (UTC)Alex's arms morph into blades, and he rips into its spines, breaking them before his feeding tendrils grab it, absorbing its mass and life energy into him, giving him energy and power for what lies ahead. Its feral memories mesh with his own, making his hunter's senses even sharper.
And before them lies the waiting bridge, two helicopters hovering overhead, tanks and soldiers on the ground.