A second teenage schoolgirl met with true death, as the crackling blade of Morgan's bayonet slammed into the back of her head. The sharp point punched into her skull, right at the point where her spinal cord connected, severing that all important nerve highway and killing her instantly. He pulled the weapon free, as she collapsed like a boneless sack of flesh, only to hear a enraged bellowing from behind him. Not looking back, he instead gutted another girl of the pack that had changed in from their collective front, as a secondary image flashed through his vision, being received through his bionic eye from his pet, as the creature turned to see the source of the noise. His stomach churned slightly, as the death and devouring of Artorias was play before him in high definition.<br/><br/>"Fuck" spat James, recovering from his slash to the girl's stomach and driving the bayonet up through her jaw, into her brain. The body spasmed, as the energy from the blade jumpstarted her nerves, until he jerked it free of her skull. Not even watching the body drop, he scanned for infected before him, knowing those behind were busy tearing about what had been a cyborg. Finding none a head, he knew they needed to get out of the open and start looking for the target. Glancing to his left, he reached out with one hand and grabbed Vixen's arm. Holding on tight, he pulled her along behind him as he dashed for the broken open building on the right. It looked like it belonged in some sort of pansy ass warzone, the kind some call brutal wars but real professionals would call sunday picnic.<br/><br/>"Come on" he growled, "We'll play with them once we kill Hardlight."<br/><br/>His pet was already moving but not towards the smashed open doors. He had already decided that his scout wouldn't be of much use, not with infected stalking the grounds. Against the living, wounds would be acceptable, something that could be patched up but with the Kellis-Amberlee virus in the mix, any would could be fatal. Instead, the sinewy beast bounded over the outside wall of the building and leaped. Hard claws sank into the cheap fake stone, as the lean creature scrambled up the corner, keeping well away from the windows. It would keep watch on the outside, to make sure some horde of flesh starved zombie teens didn't catch the two mercenaries unaware while they searched the building for their target.