Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190410021824/@comment-5543592-20190412225202

Two shots ran out and the Nightstalkers fell dead, hitting the grass with undignified thumps.

"That ain't what I expected." Josey muttered. There was the sounds of bones clanking and they found themselves suddenly trapped in the middle of a pincer manuver as walking skeletons attacked them from both sides.

The Y-17 trauma harnesses were aberrations of nature, suits of armor with the bones of their long dead wearers trapped inside. They could see skulls grinning rictus grins through the glass masks of their helmets.

They were all, horrifyingly enough, carrying chainsaws, and the air filled with the smell of diesel as they roared to life alongside each other.

Josey drew and began picking targets, as they were quickly surrounded.