"Boom, headshot!" Jayden shouted, collapsing back into his computer chair with a satisfied grunt. Cracking his knuckles quickly and unceremoniously, Jayden ran his clawed fingers up the snowy white fur of his muzzle.

Looking back at the computer screen, he could see the horde of zombies advancing on him with a vengeance, obviously distraught by the flashy display of his M16 skills. Of course, this was assuming that the zombies were even capable of anything other than reeking like rotten flesh.

Rolling his head across his shoulders, he turned his frayed, black cadet cap backwards as a mischievous smirk slit across his face. His deep emerald eyes were twinkling in the quiet light above him as his hands rest back on the mouse and the WASD keys. He was a master at this; he may damn well be lost in his own life, but when it came to controlling someone else's through an electronic interface, all bets were off.

The sound of unrestrained gun fire echoed off the walls of his small room, the deep bass making the floor vibrate below him. A low tinkling filled the room as the casings hit the pavement and the furious sounds of clicking assaulted his ears, but he had yet to hit a single button. A loud scream filled the room amidst the gurgling sea of grunts and groans, eliciting a thinly veiled chuckle from the wolf.

"Dammit, Jayden, get your head out your ass and do something!" Paige shouted, as she pushed the keyboard away from her.

"Don't worry, I got this," Jayden smirked. Running backwards, he began to fire shot after shot at the zombies as they pressed forward, working fruitlessly for their next meal. Mow them down, he thought, thin the horde, slow them down. Headshot, headshot, headshot. This was all so trivial, yet so throughly entertaining; it was almost like he had control over something for once. It was nothing like the real world where you had to worry about relationships and what to wear the next day. This was actually thrilling.

With his back against the wall, Jayden hit the closest zombie across the face with the stock of his gun. Before it even had the chance to stumble backwards, there was an explosion of red followed by the calming sound of the last zombie hitting the pavement.

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Just having some fun writing something else for a change. I've kind of found myself sucked into this story, so I don't know how far I'll get into it before I inevitably end up back with Swansong.