This is a slightly edited version of my chapter in
THE JIBPOCALYPSEChapter Four - Part Two Point Seven One Eight Two Eight One Eight Two Eight Four Five Nine Zero Four Five Two Three Five Three Six ….The unnamed being in a Blue firesuit who we will refer to as The Pyro fired his shotgun twice, downing 3 zombies, then ducked around a corner to reload. However, a lone zombie whacked him from behind. Luckily his firesuit deflected the zombie's claws. He interrupted his reload to whip out a fireaxe, and beheaded the disgusting creature.
The wave of zombies came around the corner, and The Pyro emptied his shotgun into the front rank, but it barely slowed the group. They were close enough now he concluded, and he reached behind his back, his hands returning with a flamethrower.
A muffled laugh emanated from his mask as he toasted the hoard of zombies. More were at their heels though, and he backed away, still throwing deadly flames.
Finally he reached a door. He backed through it, slamming it behind him.
He noticed the door was metal, and quickly turned a knob on his flamethrower, narrowing the flame to barely a quarter of an inch. With this focused flame he welded the door shut behind him.
The Pyro breathed a sigh of relief through his mask, which turned the sound into something that sounded more like a purr than a sigh.
I'd like to see one of those other fools do that! He thought. The Pyro was indeed a he, though he had bought a pink purse and left it in his locker to throw the others off the scent. It was much better for them to think there was an angry woman (or gay man) behind the mask, than to let their minds wander enough that they might figure out who was
really inside the suit.
Too bad they are all probably dead by now.The Pyro whipped out his cell phone from a fireproofed pocket and held down the S speed dial key. "Shad0w" appeared on the screen and he put the phone to where his ear should be.
A faint "Yo" could be heard from the phone.
"Hoormwar" The Pyro said through his mask. "Hoor wormhaws mor rorng moo rrill rwe!"
There was a pause as he listened to the phone
"Raow kroo morwarg gooraw!" he then responded, anger building.
There was a longer pause.
"Morwargh roo kroo moo. Roumoo moot." The Pyro closed the phone and placed it back in the pouch.
He sighed again and began the long walk down the hallway as the zombies continued banging on the door...
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This being joins our group of heroes. Somehow he has lost his flamethrower, but he continues on, happy to have his shotgun at least.
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