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

[Sparrow]

Hearing Ericken’s comment causes Victor to snicker lightly.
“Oh, I don’t think I have to worry about that particular aspect.” he replies coolly.

[Dokeshi]

Monotoxin made a move,like he was falling off of the building but kicked off, landing on a nearby building, he shouted down, the voice sounding a bit colder and quieter then before, possibly due to the mask," You're the only one in danger army boy."

[FoxTrott]

Ericken shuddered at the dark replies. He looked up at Monotoxin, trying to ignore the creepy mask.

"Two things," he began, "one: I'm pretty sure the apocalypse means we're all in danger, and two: how the hell do you know I'm in the army?"

[Sparrow]

Victor snickers at Ericken’s first comment.
“You’d be surprised...” he says lowly, then mutters something too low to hear.

[Dokeshi]

Monotoxin grinned and spoke again," Knowledge is power...but I never did like you military jar heads... why should I tell you more?"

[FoxTrott]

Ericken glared at the mailman, but took particular offense to Monotoxin.

"Jar head?" he repeated, with an offended expression, "I'm the one trying to survive here, while you two are just duking it out. Y'know, first rule of zombies overrunning the city? Don't kill the living?"

[Sparrow]

Victor smiles schemingly,
“Yes, ...but I’m not living. So that ‘rule’ as you so call it, doesn’t apply to me.”
he bends down, separates the blade from the feather, and picks up the letter opener that he had thrown earlier then stands up.
“....In fact.... I guess you could say that the exact opposite of that rule applies.”
he says coyly while spinning the blade in his hand.

[Dokeshi]

"As for me...I'm sure I'll be fine... after all if this mailman is the best the undead can throw at us I'll be able to manage." he replied coldly, reaching into his pocket and throwing a few syringes into the air straight up and moving one foot back.

[FoxTrott]

If Ericken were in an anime, he would have sweatdropped at the mailman's comment.

"How're you talking if you're undead?" he wondered aloud. Seeing him play with the blade, Ericken got a good grip on his crowbar. If the choice was between fighting this one and fighting the ones below, he would rather go with the mailman.

[Sparrow]

Victor spins the blade as a faster rate then tilts his head to the left, keeping Monotoxin in a side glance.
“In all honesty, I’m not entirely sure...”
The blade stops as he catches a readied grip on it.
He smiles and lowers the blade into a dueled position; daring Ericken to make a move.

[Dokeshi]

The syringes fell down and Monotoxin screamed, the medical instruments flying forward, a purple trail of smoke followed them, and they seemed to curve towards Victor as if they were seeking him specifically.

[Sparrow]

Victor quickly looks to the syringes,
“Oh shoot.” he says quickly.
He jumps back to dodge them and then jumps back again incase it was a trick.

[Dokeshi]

The syringes twisted in the air, aiming towards the zombie mailman again, Monotoxin stayed completely still, he was sweating a bit.

[Sparrow]

Victor dodges again,
“This is no good...”
He glances down to the street,
“Worth a shot.”
He jumps down to the ground and looks back up to see if the syringes follow.
The zombies notice him and seem confused as to what to do.

[Dokeshi]

Monotoxin suddenly moves to his knees, catching his breath and the syringes explode, sending pieces of glass flying everywhere, even nearly hitting him, the glass looked to be melting and purple smoke rose from them.