....Twenty-Seven Days Later....

[Diz]

A girl with brown hair began walking towards them from out of nowhere.
"Hey guys! I need he-" and she fell down a manhole and died.

[Dokeshi]

"A spy? No...more of an observer really...taking notes and the such...mister mailman..." He giggled again, standing on the roof so his face was visible...or at least as much as the two down below could see.

[Sparrow]

Paying no mind to the girl Victor replies,
“That, my bizzarly named friend is a spy.”
He completely checks the list twice, his eyes harden and become cold as he places the list back in his bag.
“Anyway, you are not on the list Monotoxin.” he says somewhat sharply.
Looking up he sees the man’s mask.
He reaches into his mailbag and grabs a letter opener, he keeps it out of site.
“and... I don’t appreciate... being spied on by random masked freaks!”
With that said, he throws the dagger-like object slightly angled high up into the air, after a few second the letter opener will hit the strange man from above if he fails to move.
He digs through the bag,
“However you are on the list, Ericken Chaze.”
After a second he pulls out an envelope and looks at it.
“Oh, it’s a bill.” he says calmly.
He reaches back into the bag and grabs a letter opener, carefully holding it on the opposing side of the letter so Ericken would hopefully not see.
“...To bad bills don’t qualify.” he says coldly while narrowing his eyes; then just as quickly as before, he ninja-flings the bill and letter opener towards Ericken.

[FoxTrott]

Ericken couldn't make heads or tails of either of them. One was a mailman in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, and the other had problems, by the sound of it. He jumped back when he saw the letter opener fly from the mailman's hand towards the stranger. When a letter opener came at him, he swiftly side-stepped it.

"What the hell?!" was all Ericken could manage.

[Dokeshi]

Monotoxin traced the path of the blade with his eyes, casually tinkering with his gas mask before speaking, it sounded like his voice was merged with that of an enraged bird now," You really must try harder then that mister mailman." Next he cawed into the gas mask, the sound being amplified by the mask, created not only a very high pitched noise but filling the air around him with feathers, when the blade was about to hit him a feather wandered into the path, bringing the blade violently to the ground after it was pierced by it.

[Sparrow]

“You’re not on the list, not the important one anyway... Plain and simple.” he replies coldly to Ericken’s comment.
At the sound he snaps a glare up to Monotoxin, it was bothersome to say in the least.

[Dokeshi]

Adjusting his mask again he speaks, his voice now hissing and cutting out, like a snake with a stutter, or a bad television set." N-W It's M- Tu-n" He then hissed into the speaker, the speaker turning it almost into a rattle that stopped and continued, purple mist surrounded him now.

[Sparrow]

He peers up at the purple mist,
“Oh great...”
Quickly he pays full attention to Monotoxin, and is ready to dodge if need be. He takes another letter opener from his bag.

[Dokeshi]

Giggling with the strange voice effect Monotoxin looks down at the Mailman through the mist and speaks, his voice normal now, cold and calm," Though I doubt it will have any effect on you... Why not find out how poison affects a living corpse...quite an experiment indeed" The cloud lazily spreads towards the mailman.

[Sparrow]

Victor glares harshly at Monotoxin and the mist before spinning the blade into a better position for griping.
“Nah... I have better things to do then be your guinea pig.” he says with a slight laugh.
Quickly he dashes down the ally opposite the building Monotoxin is standing on. He comes to a skidding stop at a good distance, then turns back to the building. He crouches slightly and prepares to bolt.
“Let’s see if this works.” he says with a smile, then dashes back towards the building.
He jumps and runs up the wall, successfully scaling it. However he over shoots slightly ending up a few feet above the roof, but ends up close enough to land on it. On his way down he spin kicks towards Monotoxin, while being sure to keep the letter opener at the ready.

[Dokeshi]

Monotoxin winced, holding up his arms to brace for impact, the purple haze shooting towards him from down below. He spoke again, the voice a low growl through the gas mask," Oh, you will be my Guinea pig."

[Sparrow]

Victor uses the force of the impact to pivot over him, hoping that that the strange man would be forced off the building. Then lands on the roof in a cat-like manner. Quickly he stands and coughs slightly from the mist he had inhaled, being sure to keep a good six feet from Monotoxin.
“Oh, will I now? And just how do you plan to make that happen, if I may ask?” he calmly replies to the previous comment.

[Dokeshi]

He tumbled, rolling towards the edge and grabbing onto it with a free hand, he was whispering but Victor was too far away to hear it.

[Sparrow]

Victor keeps the distance, noticing the whisper he pays close attention trying to hear what is being said.
He spins the blade in a playful manner before whipping it at Monotoxin’s hand.

Several low groans are heard from down the street. Four zombies, three male, one female, are slowly making their way down the street. They seem to fit the zombie label to par. Noticing Ericken they stop, then make low grumbling sounds before suddenly shrieking and running at him.

[FoxTrott]

Ericken had maneuvered himself so that he had a view of what was going on between the mailmain and strange person. He was casually tapping his crowbar on the ground, watching. It was a good distraction from the impending zombies.

Speaking of which, a couple were shambling towards him. Noticing them immediately, Ericken went for the one way he was confidant he'd be safe: up. He clamoured up the side of the building the same way Mr. Mailman had did, utilizing both his training and moderate freerunning skills to get up.

"Instead of fighting," suggested Ericken, "we could, y'know, try not to get eaten?"