[i]A hard thud resonated through the hall behind the door leading into Ry's ship as a pissed off Russian rammed his heavily armoured, right elbow into it. The sound of two miniguns firing continuously was heard outside, as well as some very angry yelling.[/i] "OPEN DA FUСK UP, IF YA FUСKIN' WILL, CUZ 'TIS DA GODDAMN ZOMBEH 'POCALYPSE 'ND I AIN'T IN DA FUСKIN' MOOD TA GET MAH GODDAMN BRAIN EATEN!" [i]Another hard thud followed the loud words. Jason had backed himself up against the ship, both his forearm mounted GAU-19/B's firing continuously. Ten thousand .50 cal rounds a minute being fired every minute - and, since it were hardlight rounds being digitized within the weapons' ammo boxes, he was going to fire for a lot longer, seeing how he didn't need to reload or worry about running out of ammo. His normally gunmetal grey armour was currently splattered in blood and covered with dirt and grime, all mixed together in a disgusting conglomeration of absolute filth. His eyesight was halfway covered, the golden Plexiglas visor being halfway covered in filth. Miniguns tended to mutilate corpses, so the blood was only natural. [/i] [spoiler]Asap pls. Shit-tastic post, yes. [/spoiler]