wanderer with weapons [Ice]

Dylan grit his teeth as he swung his sword, just a little while longer before the zombies would be driven away by the sun. He was right in the middle of the field that the cabins surrounded, corpses with varying degrees of injuries were scattered across the field, marring the beauty of his beloved Camp.

The thought filled him with rage, a sudden burst of energy empowering his previously sluggish movements. A single slash severed a zombie's head from the rest of it's body, a kick sent the headless body flying into an oncoming zombie, impeding it's movements and buying some time for Dylan. He spun around and stabbed at another zombie's head, his blade going right between it's eyes, he could see that the sun had risen and hope coursed through his veins, he had made it through the night!

Dylan took in a deep breath and looked around him, there were still several zombies but just as he had seen the sun, so had they. The zombies were hesitating, go after the meal that they had been wearing down, or run away in the face of the sunlight? After what seemed like an eternity, the zombies went away, their feet dragging against the ground and disappeared in the trees.

With his adrenaline rush spent, Dylan collapsed to the ground, falling onto his butt and taking in deep breaths, it had been a miracle that he survived that encounter at all. He had managed to get himself trapped in a horde of zombies, the multitude of mangled corpses around the field served as evidence to the fact.

Dylan pushed himself onto his tired feet, he could rest after he got himself to the infirmary, his clothes were in tatters, claw and bite marks were scattered all over his body. He took a few slow steps towards the infirmary when he heard the sound of a crossbow being loaded, Dylan's drooping eyes shot wide open as he spun to the source of the noise and forced himself into a battle ready position.

"Who's there?!" Dylan shouted across the field. His stance was sloppy, a sign of his tired state, and his legs were weak but he wouldn't be taken out by some traitorous child of Hades wielding a crossbow, he refused to let himself die just like that after surviving a horde of those monsters!