The shot took off the Zombies head, and all Castor had to do was flip the
carcass off him. But he didn't. For just an extra second he layed there, staring at the
women who practically just saved his life. As Pathetic as it was. Castor simply narrowed
his eyes at her, as if to say a reluctant 'thanks'.
Once the male got to his feet he slammed the double doors closed and pegged it closed with
a random piece of plywood. Not a second to soon, otherwise the horde would've got him.
'Can't get out that way..' Thought the male, as he saw the many bodies festering at the
doors. These mindless creatures banged, clawed, raged at the rusted doors. He watched them
through the small fogging rectangle windows for just a minute.
'Yeah, no way to get through that again.' He confirmed. Then Castor focused his thoughts
back to his,
'Find the locker, find the women, kill the women, take the gun, and get back ou
it.'.. Atleast if the women didn't relinquish the rifle willingly, he'll kill her.
Because as far as Castor could see, that gun was the only thing he could use to get back
to Pillar on the other side of the gate.
So Castor, started walking, keeping an eye out for anymore jumpers, and making sure he was