56th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Open phone call made from the hospital to all. Scout sounds irritated.]

Hey, Mayfield! Ya know what's shittier than I town fulla never-ending zombies? A town fulla never ending zombies on yer birthday. As much as I can go 'round shooting guys in the face all day, a break to go get some drinks would be nice.

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[prpl_assistant]

(She managed to salvage a piece of chocolate cake for the Scout, actually. She found it in one of the other cafeteria fridges.)

Here you go, Mr McCann. Happy Birthday. I'm sorry that I can't get you something bigger, but I guess that'll have to wait until after this whole outbreak is over.

[freakinblur]

[You get an actual smile out of him! Not a smirk or cocky grin.]

Oh dude, sweet! Yer awesome!

[prpl_assistant]

(She smiles back.)

That's no problem at all, Mr McCann. I for one think that you've really grown during your time in Mayfield; you'd make your other team mates proud, even if they're too stubborn to say so.

[freakinblur]

[He really has changed; the things he's gone through in his time here have made him more responsible and focused. But to the core, he's still the same old Scout.]

Hey, when have I ever doubted my skills, pally? Plus I been here long enough, I know tha score. I can handle this, no problem.

[prpl_assistant]

I'm sure you can. And I'm glad for it.

Enjoy your cake Mr McCann. I'll get you a bigger one, once this is over.

[freakinblur]

I'm gonna hold ya to that!