Sup TTG forum people. I'm not entirely sure where to post this because there is no like "Story Time" forum section, so I figured to post it in the "General Discussion" section. If this is in the wrong place, I would like to ask the Mods to move it to the right place. Thanks. Leave any Constructive Critz and thoughts as replies. Thanks a lot and hope you enjoy.

The darkness swallowed the room as the flash of the green eyes illuminated the area outside of the asylum. This safehaven was perhaps one of our most cherished possesions other then the weapons, ammo, and food that we had been blessed with having the luck to find them. "Wolf, get your ass over here. We've got a mission for you." said Bear, interrupting my so far peaceful relaxation time.
"Alright, how many of these flesh whores do I get to kill and what do I have to retrieve." I replied.
"As many as you need to clear us a path from here to the garage. We need to secure a route so the Fox over there can scavange some bits and seeing as you are light on your feet and have a quite disturbing like for killing zombies, we figured we'd let you cover this job."
"That sounds like a fun job. Finally a reason for me to relieve myself of some stress and anger. I'll take it. What's the payout?"
"We'll guarentee you minigun on the next drive down to Pawn shop and you will be granted access to all of the supplies, tools, and workbench for a day to modify or build whatever you like. Sound good to you?"
"Hell yeah. Let's get this shit done." With that, Wolf picked up his custom made, dual barrel, incendiary round firing, MARKR-4. He slid on his claws, pulled his mask with a Jackolatern looking smile, and walked out the door. He slowly closed the door and quickly climbed up the wall, digging his claws into it, almost like scaling the ice wall of a mountain. Once up, he crept along the ledge, keeping up a good pace but still staying quiet. He spotted his first prey. The zombie was just standing there, brandishing a hangun and smoking a cigarette. His green eyes illuminated the area around him, almost like to faint lightbulbs. Wolf shifted into position and lept from the ledge. He sunk his claws straight into the face of the zombie, hearing the cracking of it's skull and feeling the warm feeling of blood on his arms as it gushed from the zombie. Wolf stood up, holding the zombie in the air with his claws still in it's face and pulled his hands in opposite directions, hearing the muscles tear and feeling the skin stretch and rip apart. He shook the blood off his claws, grabbed the handgun and ammo and continued his walk towards the garage.
The walk was abnormally quiet. The halls were usually teeming with zombies everywhere. He only had to kill a few more zombies on his way to the garage. He marked the pathway back to the room by dragging his claws against the walls, creating marks to guide them. He regrouped with party and alerted Bear. "Bear, I don't think letting Fox travel by himself is a smart idea this time. There was an astonishingly low amount of zombies. I think that this time we should travel as a pack."
"Wolf, Ihad been thinking the same thing when I didn't hear the familiar sound of zombies fighting and yelling. I also did not see the flourescent green glow that usually illuminated this room in a soft, warm, green light. I'll gather Fox and Rabbit and we'll ready-up and move out." replied Bear.
About twenty minutes later, the squad came back, locked, loaded, and ready to kick some zombie ass. They moved out, Wolf leading, Fox close behind him, Rabbit above them, scouting out the area, and Bear in the back, covering their six. They approached the door into the Dining Hall, which was roughly the size of a large movie theater room. Rabbit hopped of the ledge and landed in-between Bear and Fox. Wolf open the door and was greeted by what seemed like a rave party. There were so many different colored glows emanating from the eyes of the zombies. "**** really? This is the type of shit I wanted to deal with!" yelled Wolf. He pulled out his MARKR and unleashed hell into the zombies, sending flaming appendages flying arround he the light from his bullets illuminated his mask. Fox dashed in and began to charge the zombies, slashing through them with his knife while popping shots into the with his Sub. Rabbit climbed the wall and pulled out his rifle, bursting the heads of the zombies like water balloons, their heads exploding with blood, brains, and bones instead of water. Bear was the last to come in. He spun up his minigun and mounted it on the cement barrier next to them. The shrieks, screams, and cries of zombies filled the room, as well as the sound of bones cracking a flesh tearing. In roughly ten minutes, every zombie in the room had been either killed or was laying on the ground bleeding to death. The group then proceeded to the door and was rewarded greatly for their efforts.

To Be Continued?