A Secluded Corner of the Beach, Friday Morning

[withoutverona]

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!]

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[raspberryturk]

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.