The moment the door was opened, Bucren let fly the arrow he had pulled back. At this range there was no way of missing and the bow resounded with a satisfying<i>twang</i>, before followed by a sickening thud as it punched through the eye of the first ghoul through the door. The others, Ishmark and Xavier, proceeded to get stuck in with the bastards, followed by the trio of ladies. Bucren notched another arrow to the string and quickly followed.<i>If death ever had a song, it was the sounds coming from without.</i>Bucren was last out of the tavern, his nostrils immediately assailed by the horrible stench. He was right behind Teo the gypsy, though while they rushed up the street, Bucren spun to face whatever was down the other way.<br/><br/>Another satisfying<i>twang</i>resonated in his ear as he let fly another shaft at a distance target. Then he spun on his boot, leapt over the bodies of the slain ghouls, and ran to catch up with the others. He could still hear that symphony of death behind him, almost as if they were mere inches from seizing his ankle or shoulder and dragging him back. He needed to focus. Nock, draw, aim, and shoot. He repeated it to himself in a whisper. Another<i>twang</i>, another voice removed from the orchestra of decay and foulness. But they were far too many of them for him to hold off. He hoped Ishmark got them to the shack rather quickly, though he wasn’t in too much hurry for that place. It was cursed by all accounts.<br/><br/>“They are catching up. Move it.” He called to the others, bringing up the rear, bow in hand as he followed. They might have an issue though when they got to the place in question. What if Ishmark had to unlock the door? That might take precious seconds they didn’t have. And then filing through the doorway, one by one, which might cause them to bunch up. “Shit.” Bucren hissed, reaching for his quiver as he eyed down the oncoming rush of zombies.  His hand pulled out the next shaft and it was the one with the bloody rags of Esperanza’s blood wrapped around the arrowhead.<br/><br/>Time to see if Xavier’s plan worked. The man was decisive and possessed good judgement so Bucren was content to try it. He nocked it to his bow, aimed not at the heads of their pursuers, but trying to line up between them. Another<i>twang</i>and the projectile leapt forward, striking not a single zombie, hitting the side of a home with a thud. Hopefully the scent of blood bought them a few more seconds. He caught up again behind Teo, the last in line, pushing forward with the others. What a day this has been turning out to be.