[The communicator clatters to the ground, clicking on in time to catch the sound of a gunshot and some dying zombie noises. Leon's ducked into an alley for a breather, and you can hear some heavy breathing as he leans down to grab the device that fell out of his pocket. He makes an annoyed noise when he notices that it's recording.]

Oh gimme a break ( Read more... )

Fucking butterflies, what's next. At least they only bite. Biting, I can freaking deal with. It's the ones that scramble your brains that still get to me.

What the heck is this I'm hearing about snow? It's the middle of the goddamn summer!

I officially give up trying to understand this place.

...do we even have provisions for cold weather? Stored up ( Read more... )