Re: clem rescue - graham/shane/jack
[Jack sliced a path. There had been a dozen walkers at the mouth of the hallway, and now there were only a few left between his savage work and the slicing and dicing being done by the pair on the opposite side, who he had registered, but just barely. If his senses had been overwhelmed at the manor, well, this was a wholly different carnival of insanity, blood and a hundred kinds of mold and rot, stinking, fetid organics, a splash of adrenal fluid and cool grey matter, and fresh, living blood in their mouths and on their slippery skin. And that wasn't even taking into account the live people, their sweat and their fear, or the sound of a thousand dead battering the ground with their misshapen feet, slamming their splintered limbs on the door down the hall. It was enough to make him dizzy and disoriented, and render coherent thought into white noise and violence.
He wasn't long behind the other two men, though he didn't say a single word, following only when he'd put his boot through the neck of the last walker between him and the hallway. Then he moved, and he moved fast, following the fear toward the dead beating on the closed doorway.]