<spoiler=OOC>Oh fuck it, Ill do it.
Vincent walked back in, "Sorry, I had been making sure of the trip, are you all ready to go? Of course you are." He turned his back and shook his head, he said quietly to himself, "Good luck, we will need it."
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As Vicer walked out of the stadium, the sun hit their eyes, blinding them for a few moments. As his vision cleared, the sight still made him sad. Even though he had seen this a million times before, the sight of destroyed buildings, and destroyed everything, still brought up emotions inside of him.
Vincent walked past him, pushing him out of the way slightly. As he took a few steps forward, he stopped suddenly, and threw back a hand. "Something feels wrong..." he said to himself, a scraping noise sounds from the building in front of them. A soft moan radiates from the darkness, so Vincent draws his weapons out, "Get ready, Shamblers ahead."
Vicer pulled the hardest blades to get out, and held them in front of his face as the zombies began wandering out. They all walked upright and looked humanoid, but things were missing on them. Some had an arm missing, some had parts of their torsos missing, some even had heads missing.
<spoiler=OOC>Maybe a battle might quicken things up. Enjoy.
