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Romeo had, it was true, said several times yesterday that he wouldn't go looking for a fight.
And he wasn't. Honest. But it was a rainy day, and there was a particular and rather inaccessible corner of the beach that he liked especially well when he was trying to write. He couldn't imagine many zombies would be out yet; if they were, he was armed.
Sitting on a rock, he stared moodily into the ocean and thought about death that was not death.
[OOC: For two zombies in particular and then someone else. Thanks!]
And he wasn't. Honest. But it was a rainy day, and there was a particular and rather inaccessible corner of the beach that he liked especially well when he was trying to write. He couldn't imagine many zombies would be out yet; if they were, he was armed.
Sitting on a rock, he stared moodily into the ocean and thought about death that was not death.
[OOC: For two zombies in particular and then someone else. Thanks!]
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Date: 2009-04-03 03:39 pm (UTC)Civilians. They all wanted to get killed.
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Date: 2009-04-03 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-03 03:54 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2009-04-03 04:05 pm (UTC)"Take," she agreed, reaching for the boy. "Need."
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Date: 2009-04-03 04:09 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2009-04-03 04:13 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2009-04-03 04:18 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2009-04-03 04:21 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2009-04-03 04:28 pm (UTC)She fired two more shots without waiting for an answer, aiming for the zombie's guts this time -- out of fear for what the kid would do if he saw his friends' heads explode, she wasn't shooting to kill -- and ran off in the opposite direction from the school. She'd get to shelter soon, then patch up any zombie damage.