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rotting grasp, running to the nightclub to get the only help to lay the nightmare to eternal rest.
Evengi had enough firepower and men at his disposal to blow that sucker back to the pit he crawled out from.
Victor's corpse did not have a hope in hell of taking on the entire syndicate on their own turf, he would be dead again the minute he was caught in their sights. A few shotgun shells and machine gun fire would blast him away to ashes, giving him the cremation he should have received. Specks of ash could not come back and pose a threat.
Alyosha ducked into the metropolis of stationary trains, he hid under one of the carriages, he used his cover as an opportunity to gather his breath and ease his legs. His entire body had been through a punishing workout, he would be twice as sore in the morning than he was lying flat on the snow and metal of the train track.
It wasn't long, the shadow of the executioner entered the train yard, searched high and low for the evasive trash. He was onto his tactic, the convicted thought the hiding spots would be an ally to him. Victor would put a dent in his plan, there was no chance for him to hide from him or run away from him.
He could not escape from the means of his damnation, it would forever haunt him wherever he was, Victor would be affiliated to his every move like the shadow he was. The guilty could not be absolved, the condemned would pay dearly for his crimes.
The blood could never be washed from his vile, filth invested hands, it would be a part of him, staining his flesh and his spirit.
Alyosha could feel his breath coming back to him at a steady pace, his lungs did not feel like a knife was piercing it.
His leg muscles were not as tense, the flaming aches were simmering, the hefty weight was released.
His feet were capable of pressing onto the ground without sending surges of pain to jolt through his ankle.
Crawling softly from under the carriage, Alyosha had recovered enough of his drained stamina to make a silent run for it. The bringer of his untimely death was none the wiser to his position, he was too busy examining one of the cargo trains, his back to the carriage his adversary was tentatively backing out of.
The slippery culprit held his breath, calmed his shook up nerves. He could hear the thumps of his heart pounding at his chest, on the verge of exploding. The pressure was too great, one mistake and Victor would be on Alyosha quicker than a flash, dishing out a dosage of justice and forcing it down his neck.
The mutilator had finished inspecting the cargo train, moved on down the various metallic rows, his search continued. He was getting closer to the slick fiend, he could feel it in the empty decayed hole he called his guts.
Alyosha climbed up off the snow, placed his back beside the train, checked his surroundings, there was no sign of the undead avenger lurking anywhere, only darkness with flecks of white snow dancing majestically all around him.
He stepped quickly with extreme caution, he could taste his freedom from the decomposing walking dead, the cool gangster would be protected in the neon lit, vodka drenched, well armed shelter of Evengi's nightclub.
Heading past the elongated line of metal connected to metal, crouching under the last cover of the train itself, he peeked out the side, the gate to the outside world was all clear, the vengeful zombie was nowhere in sight, he must have been lost in the complex of unused railroad trains. There was a lot for one man to cover, it was impossible for the undead executioner to find him among all those empty carriages.
Home free, it was now or never, Alyosha dashed for it, his feet stampeded off the snow in heavy thumps, he approached the only means of entry inside and outside of the train yard. His deliverance was in plain sight, each step got him closer to ridding himself of the undead bane to his life. He had never been more relieved in his entire lifetime, when his whole well-being was
Evengi had enough firepower and men at his disposal to blow that sucker back to the pit he crawled out from.
Victor's corpse did not have a hope in hell of taking on the entire syndicate on their own turf, he would be dead again the minute he was caught in their sights. A few shotgun shells and machine gun fire would blast him away to ashes, giving him the cremation he should have received. Specks of ash could not come back and pose a threat.
Alyosha ducked into the metropolis of stationary trains, he hid under one of the carriages, he used his cover as an opportunity to gather his breath and ease his legs. His entire body had been through a punishing workout, he would be twice as sore in the morning than he was lying flat on the snow and metal of the train track.
It wasn't long, the shadow of the executioner entered the train yard, searched high and low for the evasive trash. He was onto his tactic, the convicted thought the hiding spots would be an ally to him. Victor would put a dent in his plan, there was no chance for him to hide from him or run away from him.
He could not escape from the means of his damnation, it would forever haunt him wherever he was, Victor would be affiliated to his every move like the shadow he was. The guilty could not be absolved, the condemned would pay dearly for his crimes.
The blood could never be washed from his vile, filth invested hands, it would be a part of him, staining his flesh and his spirit.
Alyosha could feel his breath coming back to him at a steady pace, his lungs did not feel like a knife was piercing it.
His leg muscles were not as tense, the flaming aches were simmering, the hefty weight was released.
His feet were capable of pressing onto the ground without sending surges of pain to jolt through his ankle.
Crawling softly from under the carriage, Alyosha had recovered enough of his drained stamina to make a silent run for it. The bringer of his untimely death was none the wiser to his position, he was too busy examining one of the cargo trains, his back to the carriage his adversary was tentatively backing out of.
The slippery culprit held his breath, calmed his shook up nerves. He could hear the thumps of his heart pounding at his chest, on the verge of exploding. The pressure was too great, one mistake and Victor would be on Alyosha quicker than a flash, dishing out a dosage of justice and forcing it down his neck.
The mutilator had finished inspecting the cargo train, moved on down the various metallic rows, his search continued. He was getting closer to the slick fiend, he could feel it in the empty decayed hole he called his guts.
Alyosha climbed up off the snow, placed his back beside the train, checked his surroundings, there was no sign of the undead avenger lurking anywhere, only darkness with flecks of white snow dancing majestically all around him.
He stepped quickly with extreme caution, he could taste his freedom from the decomposing walking dead, the cool gangster would be protected in the neon lit, vodka drenched, well armed shelter of Evengi's nightclub.
Heading past the elongated line of metal connected to metal, crouching under the last cover of the train itself, he peeked out the side, the gate to the outside world was all clear, the vengeful zombie was nowhere in sight, he must have been lost in the complex of unused railroad trains. There was a lot for one man to cover, it was impossible for the undead executioner to find him among all those empty carriages.
Home free, it was now or never, Alyosha dashed for it, his feet stampeded off the snow in heavy thumps, he approached the only means of entry inside and outside of the train yard. His deliverance was in plain sight, each step got him closer to ridding himself of the undead bane to his life. He had never been more relieved in his entire lifetime, when his whole well-being was
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