Jordan J. Jones
Location: Sea of UNKNOWN Zeus High School (Distorted Hallway 1st Floor)
Time: Day 1 Afternoon
"Hah."
He was almost there! The fresh air was increasing in strength, the cool wind was getting rid of his sweat, and Jordan was sure that eventually one of the cracks in the walls would be low enough for him to climb out of. The strange light beckoned him like a protein shake after a hard day's practice.
"Hah."
It sucked that he hadn't met any students, though. Almost made a guy want to pray for assistance...
"SHIT!"Originally Posted by Gabriel
Jordan skidded to a halt, made the sharpest about face he'd ever done in his life, and set off running in the opposite direction. Only a glimpse of the six crows had been enough for him to know that they were Bad News, and he did not want to be losing his eyes to their shiny beaks. The happiness of seeing some familiar faces had already been completely overshadowed by yet another deadly situation, this time without a cute girl to blast it away.
He slowed down enough to merge with the group, running a steady pace beside Gabriel. The cries of the mutated crows were too close by for comfort, and he wasn't sure, but it sounded like they were gaining pretty quickly.
"Hey," Jordan panted. "The nearest intersection is like 5 minutes away, guys. Don't think we're gonna make it."
One of the crows screeched especially loudly. Jordan winced. He dared a look back and quickly turned forward again. He didn't really know much about birds, save that most of them could easily fly faster than any human, even a star athlete, could run. With Gabriel having to carry someone, they weren't going to make it far before either getting tired and slowing down, or being easily overtaken by murderous crows that, while not as terrifying as zombies, were still pants-shittingly scary.
"Oh right," he remembered. "There's also zombies that way! Just so you know!"
Fuck. They were going to die. He was gonna die, those people were gonna die, that witch was gonna die, everyone was gonna die...
No. Not like this. This wasn't how it would go! Jordan J. Jones was not going to be pecked to death by flying chickens!
"Can't we punch 'em to death or something?! They're just crows, right!?"
Another screech. This one was closer. He was panicking now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Get away... they had to get away!
...no, they had to kill those fucking birds somehow.
It was a familiar situation. Jordan didn't think of himself as particularly smart, but his mind easily made the connection. It was just like a game. He had the ball and was running from half the team. He was tired, and they were gaining. He had no way out.
And then Baumer, fucking Baumer would come along and smash those pursuers out of the way. If it had been Adam, those birds would've been flattened in seconds. Jordan knew that, knew he couldn't even dream of doing something like that. He hated the idea. That there was something Adam could do that he couldn't.
He could get away, he knew. He was pretty fast, maybe faster than the birds even. If he pushed himself even farther than before, he could make it. But that was wrong. That wasn't what he needed to do. He needed to make sure the four people with him survived somehow. And running... was doomed to fail. His only strength was next to useless when it counted.
Not this time.
"...not this time. Guys, be ready."
It was a split second decision, done on impulse more than anything. If asked why he did it, Jordan would shrug, because he didn't know. Perhaps it was deliberately spitting on survival instinct. Maybe it was misguided selflessness. It didn't matter. Only results mattered.
Earlier he thought that he'd never before done such a sharp 180. This one was even sharper. He braked, somehow managing not to lose his balance. In one motion, Jordan spun in place and launched himself at the murder of crows with one fist outstretched, turning himself into a human rocket. No... a human railgun!
"RAAAAAGH!"
At least two... no, at least half of them! He had to distract the bastards, even if it was just breaking up the swarm slightly. Push them away from the others, like that fucking prick Baumer!
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