1 Headshot || Phone / Action (ie, worst intro in history)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper awoke in a bed that A) Wasn't his camper, B) Wasn't in any base he could remember, and C) there was a woman down the hall that looked dead. And not in the normal "I've been blown to pieces" way either, the falling apart and lurching around kind. This would be a prime opportunity to put a bullet through her head, if only he could find his

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[Action]

[eyesofaserpent]

[OH HEY LOOK, A ZOMBIE. Except this one just looks laid back and relaxed. And the only injury he seems to have is a bite to the neck. And he certainly isn't lurching. Maybe sauntering. He gives a sort of embarrassed wave to the stranger.]

Are you really sure you ought to be outside? There are a lot of predators out right now.

[Action]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Lack of lurching aside, Sniper is still suspicious.*

I can take care 'f myself.

*Holding up his trusty kitchen knife he eyes that wound on Crowley's neck. That doesn't look healthy at all...*

[Action]

[eyesofaserpent]

[It really isn't.]

Perhaps under normal circumstances you can, but this is Mayfield.

[Action]

[bye_to_yer_head]

That suppose t' mean somethin' to me? Because it doesn't.

*He gestures with his knife at some of the lurching monstrosities around.*

Suppose you jus' tell me what th' bloody hell is going on?

[Action]

[eyesofaserpent]

.... You must be new in town. Er... It looks like we're having a bit of a zombie infestation at the moment, but I'm sure it'll blow over soon enough.

I take it no one's given you the leaflet yet.

[He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a leaflet. He sets it on the ground and backs up a few paces. It's nothing personal, he just doesn't want to be tempted to bite.]

Take that. It'll tell you about where we are and a brief history of what's happened here.

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[bye_to_yer_head]

It'll blow over. Roight, mate.

*He eyes the paper on the ground and pulls it over with his foot before picking it up.*

You're shittin' me...

[eyesofaserpent]

Wish I was.

[He's keeping his distance for sure. And it's not because of the knife.]

Er... I'm Crowley.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper.

*He glances at the leaflet, but then stuffs it in his pocket, he's not about to leisurely read the thing when there's zombies milling about and this guy in front of him might be a threat.*

So I take it this sorta things normal fer this place?

[eyesofaserpent]

Well, not this in specific, but yes. Weird shit happens all the bloody time here. And you start off defenssseless.

[bye_to_yer_head]

So I noticed.

Woke up in a strange house with a woman tryin' t' eat me an' I can't find any 'f my guns. Not how I wanted today t' go.

[eyesofaserpent]

You have a drone wife? My sympathies. All the drones have become zombies. Though I'm positive that once things go back to "normal" she'll be back to being a proper 50's housewife for you.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I 'ave a what now?

Bloody oath, jus' what I don't need.

[eyesofaserpent]

And kids too, I assume. And one day you'll have a job and the drones'll act like you've always done it.

.....

Bloody hell I'd go to work and get a drink if I wasn't certain there'd be people there...

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper looks just thrilled about this new prospect of having a family of drones. Just when you thought he couldn't get any more line-facier*

Great. Always wanted t' be a family man.

*SARCASM MUCH?*

[eyesofaserpent]

Do you really think I'm the family type?

[This flash bastard? He doesn't look like he'd normally touch a family if he could help it. Unless of course it was to do one small thing and then sit back and watch the chaos unfold, smiling to himself about a bad job well done.]

But you never know... One day you'll wake up and your wife or your son have a real personality. And are very confused.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I dunno. You're walkin' around amidst a bunch of undead blokes bleedin' everywhere. Not sure what that says about your family skills, but sure makes you look roight troppo.