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From somewhere behind him, a familiar, slightly nasal voice picked up in a groan that sounded as though, by all rights, it ought to have a 'yo' tacked onto the end.

... Actually, it did have a 'yo' tacked onto the end. Huh.

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The other figure lurking on the beach didn't say anything. She just watched the brooding boy careful, something sparking in the dim reaches of her zombie mind.

She knew this one. He would taste very good.

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Romeo sensed more than heard noises behind him, and glanced up.

"Aye, me," he muttered, horrified and dismayed to see two zombies. One was a thin redheaded man; the other was a blond woman, almost stunning even in her advanced state of decay.

Denial was a powerful thing, and was going to take a moment for him to process exactly what that meant. For now, he scrambled backward on the rocks, trying to escape before they got any closer.

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It was the thin readheaded man who moved first, pressing onward with a small, hungry smirk toying at his torn lips. He wasn't fast enough to outrun the living, no, but he was quick for a zombie, a point of fact that he would have taken pride in, should it ever occur to him.

He wasn't worried about his speed, though. This one in front of them was fresh and warm, and would make excellent prey.

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There was a quiet moan from the blonde, which in zombie speak translated roughly to 'don't bruise it, moron', as she stepped forward.

"Hungry?" she asked hopefully, reaching out a hand to their prey. This zombie was a firm believer in letting the meat do most of the work.

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It was her voice that made Romeo recognize the girl. The zombie. The being who had been his love.

And if she was Yurika, the redhead was ...

No. Not Again.

The world froze, and he let out a sound not much more human than the noises the zombies made as he jerked back and away, still trying to get past the wall of rocks to the sand. He couldn't try to kill them, but he could run.

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Oh, he could try to run all he wanted. But soon he would trip, or he would tire, and he would join them in the hunt, on the prowl.

Reno's hungry grin spoke volumes as to how familiar he was with this chase. And it spoke of how much he'd enjoyed it, even in life, when his hunger had been satisfied simply with the kill.

Romeo could run, but the zombies were hunters, and they didn't tire. Reno followed.

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Dojima enjoyed the hunt just as much, even if in life hers had been for information or pretty people, rather than going for the kill.

Now, however, she was perfectly happy to feast, especially on one as delicious as this.

She moved to flank him slowly, wanting to cut off at least one route of escape. He would fall eventually, but she did prefer sooner over later.

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They were chasing him, and Romeo was finally admitting to himself that brooding on the beach had not been his brightest idea.

Acts of Contrition played on an endless loop in his head -- ...I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven ... -- as he hopped off the rocks, and, with shaking hands, lifted his gun.

He was fumbling too badly to shoot. "Please, no," he said, almost crying. "It's me. Romeo. We can cure this."

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Reno made a noise somewhere in the back of his throat, not quite a scoff or a laugh or a groan, as the state of the boy dawned upon him. It was a slow realization, somewhere in the back of his vague consciousness, that was easily dismissed.

Just another target. Just more meat. And the best cure for this was the curse. Romeo would like it on the other side.

And that was why, without bothering to make any sort of vocal reply, Reno simply stepped off of the rocks, taking the drop in stride in spite of a sick crunch in his leg at the bottom. And he reached for Romeo again.

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Dojima just cooed and held her hands out again as she slowly came closer. It was sad. It wouldn't have to be sad, if it just held still.

Then nothing would ever hurt ever again.

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That coo broke Rome. He didn't think he could shatter like this again.

He fired a wild shot going far over the zombies' heads, then started to run in earnest. The rocks scraped his palms, and bile rose to burn his throat.

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Sarah had been on patrol for almost 24 hours, stopping for just long enough to catch a few hours of exhausted sleep. The shore, at least, seemed to be mostly free of zombies, but that wasn't enough to let her relax her guard.

The crack of gunfire had her back on guard, anyhow. She peered forward, spotting a young man -- a student, from the looks of him -- running, with two zombies not far behind.

The zombies looked familiar. That wasn't pertinent information.

"Are you all right?" she called to the young man. Stupid question. "I can help!"

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"My - Romeo's breath was ragged as he got closer to the blond woman -- "my girlfriend, my dearest friend, they've been changed, and I am lost."

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"You're not even a mile from school," Sarah told him. "Get down." She raised her gun, trying to get a clear aim at the zombies. One, then the other, then she'd talk to this kid about why he shouldn't be wandering around in a strange place in the middle of an invasion.

Civilians. They all wanted to get killed.

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Romeo grabbed at her arm. "You can't kill them," he plead. "Please. I -- I love them. Better they take me."

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That was an offer, right? It certainly sounded like one. Take them? And how thoughtful of the boy to look out for their well-being as he did.

"Take," Reno agreed, lumbering forward and making a grab at Romeo again. It was so easy, when the boy kept stopping to make conversation, wasn't it?

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It was very kind of him, and Dojima expressed her appreciation with a sigh as she closed in. She was hungry, and he was being quite obliging.

"Take," she agreed, reaching for the boy. "Need."

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Civilians all had death wishes, but keeping this one alive made trying to get Chuck to stay in the car look like a doddle.

Sarah pulled her trigger twice, rapidly, shooting for the zombie's reaching arms, and forcefully shoved the kid backwards. "Run," she seethed. "We don't need more zombies."

She was following her own advice, as it happened.

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"But what purpose is there in living?" Romeo asked. "Those I love are all taken from me. It is useless. It is stale and unprofitable. Let me become -"

And then he wasn't saying anything at all, because Sarah had grabbed his arm and was half-dragging him along the sand to the nearest trooper. She wasn't wasting breath or time on talking, anymore.

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Oh, no, no, don't help him, lady.

Reno loosed a frustrated growl as he attempted to pick up his pace to follow, shrugging off the bullet that had buried itself in his flesh and ignoring the seeping wound.

The problem with meat so fresh was that it had a tendency to attempt to escape.

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The impact of the bullet made Dojima stagger back slightly, and she growled and clutched at her arm for a moment before starting to follow them again.

The boy would fall eventually, and the Annoying Meat would either leave it behind, or have to deal with both of them. She could be patient.

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