He loosed attack after attack, he threw at them fire, ice, and lightning yet still they came one after another. They were called the mindless or simply undead. Alone they were just slow corpses with a desire to eat but as the human race learned in groups they were overwhelming.
He jumped pushing off the ground with not only his body but with his mind and pulled himself on a balcony of the nearby building and looked down. Below him he saw what had to be close to a thousand strong mindless. He could hardly even see the corpses of the mindless he had already killed. He swore under his breath before reaching his palms out towards them and rained fire down upon them.
They continued towards him despite the countless death of their own kind. He stopped, turning away from them and the fumes of the burning bodies. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to gag on the fumes he turned to look off the balcony once again. There was no difference in their numbers, in the brief time it took him to take a breather the burnt corpses were already being used as a step to get closer to the balcony he stood on.
Reaching up he pressed the button on the small machine around his ear. “Listening” he heard though the machine.
“Its Devin. I am at the hotel. Ready for extraction.” He said as he looked down at the hoard of mindless. It was like looking out at the ocean; the sun was even going down in the distance. It would have been romantic if the ocean weren’t made of dead people.
“Order received. Meet us on the roof in 3.”
He turned around and pressed himself up against the wall. He pictured his hands emitting a pulse inward and placed his hands on the side of the building and begun pulling himself up.
The top of the building was completely empty apart from a door on the far side from where he stood. He tapped the button on the earpiece as he walked towards the door. He gently turned the knob and realized it was unlocked. He opened it and placed his ear to the door. They were already in the hotel.
“Chopper is almost to the hotel. You should be able to see it now. “ Said the voice through the earpiece. As if on queue he heard the chopper in the distance. He turned his head and could see the chopper closing in on his position. He turned in time to see the door flying towards his face.
Stumbling backwards his hand rushed up to his face. The mindless had already started toward him. With his free right hand he blasted them with ice; freezing them in place hoping to gain enough time to get on the chopper. He wondered about how long he could keep it up. Sheer numbers pushed him back to the edge of the building.
He looked to the helicopter almost within jumping distance. In one final act he looked back at the hoard and gathered as much energy he could and sent it at them. Pushing himself in the process he floated in space. He allowed himself to let go in that one instance. To feel weightless before he would have to continue on.
