Smith hated the idea of just the two them trying to fend off a whole gang of zombies with just mops. True, they had metal handles and could probably deal some damage if swung hard enough, especially against the decaying level ones, but they were both outnumbered and probably outmatched with the level two's and the Vampire. "Ah shit, guess I'm ready whenever you are..." Smith said as he tightened his grip on his meager weapon. "Right as soon as I open this door we run down that hall and take cover in the first open room we see. Don't stumble or fall, I'm not taking the time to rescue you from one of the fast ones. Smith nodded nervously and got ready to run as soon as Eric turned the knob. A few seconds passed and the air was filled with the moans of the damned and the screams of the two convicts as they ran for their lives. There was no way they would be able to get back to the cleaning supply room now, they would either reach salvation or fall to the undead.
Eric wasn't really used to using weapons as he had won most of his fights with only his own two hands, but he was a natural with the staff-like mop. He effortlessly knocked aside three level ones as he ran towards the only open door at the end of the hallway. One of the level two's tried to run up and swipe him, only to be bashed aside with a broken jaw and a few missing teeth. Even Smith, who had only fought a few times in his life was doing an impressive job of keeping the zombies approaching them from the rear away. The Vampire was still closing in on them, but the level two that had been with it suffered a case of broken kneecap and was limping along pathetically far behind. The final level two posed more of a threat as it stood directly in front of the door they were trying to reach. "Smith!" Eric called as he made another level one taste the floor. "Get ready to run inside, I'm gonna knock that fucker down!" Smith nodded and kicked away a staggering level one. "I'll take out the Vampire then!" He called as he quickly pulled a 180 and sent the Vampire flying with one mighty swing of his mop. Then, without missing a beat, he spun back around and continued following Eric to the door.
The level 2 growled and tried to slash Eric as he held up the mop to defend himself. The bastard's claws cut clean through the mop, yet only served to give Eric a means of finishing it. Smith ran inside the open door as Eric brought the sharpened end of the mop crashing through the thing's mouth and skull. Both convicts were safely inside the room before its body even hit the floor. "Jesus man, you were a BEAST out there!" Smith complimented as Eric pulled the door shut just as the surviving zombies began crowding around the outside. "You didn't do too bad yourself, nice work." Eric said calmly as he looked over the broken half of the mop he still had. It wouldn't be much for defending now, but its new sharpened edge gave it some excellent killing potential. It seems things had gone rather smoothly so the two remained calm and hopeful as they ransacked the messy office they found themselves in. "Say, this place look familiar to you?" Smith asked as he pushed aside a stack of papers and looked inside a desk. "Sort of..." Eric replied as he opened a filing cabinet that was laying on its side. "Well, lookie here..." He called cheerfully as pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills. "Apparently, mr. Ben Franklin decided to hide in there..." He held the small fortune in front of a stunned Smith for a few seconds before putting into his pocket. "Arn't you the least bit suspicious of why that was in there?" Smith asked as he resumed clearing out the desk.
"I sure don't fuckin' care!" Eric said as he dumped the rest of the contents of the filing cabinet onto the floor. "Maybe the money fairy left it for all the good little serial killers and rapists to find here in this shithole of a prison. Hell, that would make more sense then whats going on now..." Both the two looked long and hard for half an hour and when all was said and done had: a book of matches, a crowbar, and a vintage bottle of wine that was inside a damaged safe. After quickly polishing off 75% of the wine by himself Eric decided it was a good time to leave. Smith however, who was a little less drunk, wanted to wait here until morning. Eric didn't like the idea, but was just sober enough not to get pissed off and instead made himself a makeshift bed from the papers and the curtains from the rooms only window. Smith got what was left and slept very poorly that night.
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