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Two days ... why the fuck did I say two days?
Gwen comes in, wiping her hands on her shirt. There's grime on them, and little cuts from the wires-- they're strung up outside the low parts of the windows, up to shoulder height. Chicken wire and bits of barbed wire, whatever she could find or they could spare at the shelter. If she's not going to get this glass replaced by tomorrow night, she'll at least slice up some zombies.
Okay, okay, now what?
The stage is fine. The paint's fine. The bar is fine ... though she ought to try and get some of that blood on tap.
Ugh.
Gwen's been avoiding the fridge.
It's not as cold as it should be when she slips inside, but still cold enough, and the lights are working okay. Gwen glances around distastefully, figuring any bag of blood-- blood blood ew-- will do for a start, and reaches forward to snatch it up--
There's an open packet lying on the floor.
Frowning, Gwen bends to pick it up.
Les ...?
Gwen comes in, wiping her hands on her shirt. There's grime on them, and little cuts from the wires-- they're strung up outside the low parts of the windows, up to shoulder height. Chicken wire and bits of barbed wire, whatever she could find or they could spare at the shelter. If she's not going to get this glass replaced by tomorrow night, she'll at least slice up some zombies.
Okay, okay, now what?
The stage is fine. The paint's fine. The bar is fine ... though she ought to try and get some of that blood on tap.
Ugh.
Gwen's been avoiding the fridge.
It's not as cold as it should be when she slips inside, but still cold enough, and the lights are working okay. Gwen glances around distastefully, figuring any bag of blood-- blood blood ew-- will do for a start, and reaches forward to snatch it up--
There's an open packet lying on the floor.
Frowning, Gwen bends to pick it up.
Les ...?