[It had been a fantasy, nay, a dream that he had sought after. Yes, literally sought after. Scott loved zombies. They were, in his mind, the ultimate monster. They lacked the humanistic draw of vampires, the turmoil that came with the Wolf-man. Zombies were not quite human, but still very much like him or any one else he knew. Any one could become
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Zombies, indeed? My, my... And you're something of a professional, then, are you? Maybe you can clarify just why it is, then, that we shouldn't-- [She pauses as something off-camera catches her eye, still looking entirely calm... As she raises one arm, takes aim, and very calmly fires off two quick successive shots before returning her gaze to her watch.] --bother with firearms?
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Unless of course you've got a munitions building under lock and key and are willing to share, of course."
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I suppose that's a valid point... Even my sidearm's report is considerable. Blades it shall be, then. Although... Drawing them in doesn't sound like too bad a plan, to be frank. It would make it easier to take them out en masse, wouldn't it?
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Where are you right now? I can't have my best friend's girl in trouble."
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[202 grins, obviously delighted by his concern.]
I'm still at home and doing just fine, Scott, don't worry. I've got more up my sleeve than just my Glock--And let's not forget I have Vash on my team as well. The zombies won't stand a chance.
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The minute it gets hairy, you run. You run and you don't stop running, even if it means passing by others, you keep running. Call me the minute you hit hot on your heels, got me?"
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I promise if I think we're overwhelmed, I'll let you know--If you promise me the same thing. Deal?
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