<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRPzOxVV9Qzz7Rl5dLVeB66Aglzhl129ZUd3vZI-heXzJw9OMx08w)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>Marcus Gray</em></span></span></span></strong>+ (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=164668.msg7670606#msg7670606)<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>H</em></span></span></strong>ell just broke loose, thought Marcus Gray as he evaded the creatures' reaching hands. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way but the road was just too familiar for that to happen. Having slightly disoriented from the crash and very much confused with the situation, Mark stumbled up the pavement from the road as he struggled with fastening the bag around his waist. His ears still rang and he was almost in a daze. The moan which suddenly came from  behind him forced Mark to glance over a shoulder. That feral lust, almost a haunting expression a man could possibly mask was launching for him. Impulsively, Mark pulled an arm back, delivering his elbow right across the creature's jaw before he regain his footings. They were too close to be ignored now. He spun himself around and brought both his fist up, launching one quick jab after another before he successfully stagger the creature a couple of steps back with a solid haymaker punch into the others. Yet, they still came after him. It was obvious that it's jaw was now dislocated as it dangled loosely with nothing but muscles and skin to hold it. Stepping back in disbelieve, Mark took a moment to fully register what'd just taken place.<br/><br/><em>This is not humanly possible.. There wasn't even a sign of pain.. No... They... they can't all be dead...</em><br/><br/>They simply won't go down. Run, run now and live to fight another day, the boxer told himself. So that's what he did. Resuming with what his instincts had nudged him into doing in the first place. Looking up ahead, he saw somebody running for the same direction he was going. Thinking that nobody else was sane, Mark dared not risk himself by going after "it". The safest and the more logical thing for him to do now was to avoid any sort of contact with even a resemblance to these creatures, which was sadly; with another human. He was utterly lost and may even be depressed at this point.<br/><br/><em>They... They're probably sick... They need help..</em><br/><br/>Mark repeatedly told himself as he climbed into another window somewhere east from the man he thought to be a threat. He could hear those chasing after him right outside so he turned and stared at the way he'd entered. Panting as he stepped back and bracing himself to see if they could follow. Naught. It seemed that they're incapable of climbing. With a sigh of relief, he now looked around to determine where he was. Both his hands gripped the edge of the sink then as he stared into his own reflection in the mirror. His nose and forehead was bleeding. At least that's the only blood that was his own. The rest; his clothes, jeans and on the arms, weren't. Mark let the water run from the tap for a little bit before he cusp for them with his hands and splashed his face.<br/><br/><em>This is real? This <strong>IS</strong> real..!</em><br/><br/>Something then caught his attention. Noises, not moans or groans like those outside the window but noises. He turned off the tap and listened. There were echoes coming from the corridor outside the washroom, a conversation or the sorts. Mark lowered his gaze to the right side of his boot for a moment, eyeing on the knife he had with him all along. If worse come to worst, he'll have no choice but to use it. Cautiously, he reached for the weapon and slowly opened the door, eavesdropping to the whispers that seemed to come from a couple of rooms westward.