Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-25389303-20160315203911

The sounds and screams echoed down the left hallway as Thallium was pondering which door to take. The sounds startled him, and he instinctively started moving towards it.

''Hold up, Thallium! The exit is right behind you! Just turn around, and you can leave without getting involved in whatever's going on in this place!''

He couldn't help but be swayed by the logic in that, but his indecisiveness was beginning to annoy him. Did he leave, or did he help?

Well, either way, running head-first into danger is just stupid...

He span on his heel and began jogged down the right corridor instead, revolver drawn and fully loaded. After a few moments the sounds of battle began to fade, until he could hear nothing but a faint siren in the distance and his own footsteps.

Just before he considered turning back again, however, he heard something. A scuttling sound from ahead of him, growing louder and louder with every moment. And then, a single Roach careened around the corner, barreling straight towards him.

Thallium frowned and nimbly dodged out of the way of the charging beast, firing several shots into its flank as it flew past him. Black blood stained the walls as the creature crumpled to the ground, writhing as it began to crumble.

Just before he could conjure up some witty remark, though, a horde of the foul Grimm flooded the hallway in front of him - tens if not hundreds of Roaches of varying sizes moving towards him like a wave. To make matters worse, Thallium heard heavy footsteps thumping behind him, and he turned to see a small pack of Beowolves advancing behind him, cutting off his exit.

Thallium gritted his teeth in irritation, furious that he had been trapped so easily. Growling, he raised his leg in front of him, as if about to kick, and managed a faint smirk as lightning began cackling around it, arching up him in streams of pure energy.

Let's get this over with...