ZAIDE

Was that even a wolf? Staggering through the dusky undergrowth like a drunken madman dancing with the moon, a canine figure clad in armor that was clearly akin to their recently wasted comrade's happily wandered about, reeking of-.. rot and decay. Yes, he was downright disgusting, and didn't even react when the Big Boss told them to stay back - oh sure, he and his relentless charisma were gonna save the day -, until.. "O-oh.. oh Allfather!" Orin squeaked when the beast revealed its face and front. And he had the right to be scared, for a change. "Holy hell-..!" Plague-like rash covered the soldier's mangy skin like moss on tree trunks, its fur was close to falling out, caked with old, brownish blood and other gross fluids, its eyes were glassy, hungry, and anything but humane. "OPEN FIRE!!!"Damned right! More revolted than he was spooked, Zaide whipped out his electropulse SMG and aimed for the monstrosity's knees, melting the armor after engulfing it with pale, bright bullets and blowing the remnants of its kneecaps and tendons to shreds, making it tumble down and allowing either Ember or Orin - he couldn't see who the lucky man was - to deliver the lethal shot to the head. Then, peace returned, though the uneasy feeling remained. What kinda wicked sucker had been trying to raising up the dead? Those were dumb actions done in dumb action flicks, and still.. someone'd been sick enough to give it a go. "What the-.."

But the journey continued. The group, silenced by their lack of closeness and the fact that they'd just witnessed the second death of an unrealistically real revenant, continued to venture deeper into the forest, the sky-high trees watching over them like ancient, towering spirits. "Y'sure 'ere ain't more 'f 'em? Wha' kinda sick bast'rd cooks 'p zombies in 'is lair? Dumb shitbag, 'e is.." His question mostly fell on deaf ears, because the two guys in front of him were either too scared to talk or too focused on the massive structure that had emerged from the darkness, forming a mountain of metal between the thicket. "Ugh.."Commander Kamura tried to talk them in a couple of times, but as severely as Zaide was being ignored, so was he. There were no Imperial pals of his around to help them - which the Kiandros didn't find surprising since no one would hang out in a zombie-invested jungle -, and now their big burly friend had to come up with a better plan. Until.. the gods, spirits or whatever lurked up there came with a solution. Swift and graceful like only a dame could be, a silhouette leaped from the treetops and spectacularly landed in front of them, giving them a look the dark canine would definitely not forget. Who.. who was this babe? Certainly intrigued by her looks and flashy entrance, he smirked, and said: "Well hell, looks 'ike we're havin' compa'y t'day, chief.." She was armed, so.. "Y'know this badass babe 'ere?"