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[It's early morning when the broadcast comes.]
You know, zombies were never my supernatural creature-of-choice.
[Gene sounds oh-so-casual, if out of breath. Oddly, the video feed isn't on. There is the sound of hard footsteps, near a run, and quiet pants.]
I'd be more for unleashing pixies on you all, personally. Now, those are a terror. Damn annoying pests, too--tying your hair in knots, hide your shoes, eat your food. Evil things. [Stumble--the clatter of the communicator across stone, and Gene's voice sounds more distant now, conversational,]
Well, hello there, friends. Looks like you're faster than you look. And damn are you a sorry sight. [Laugh.] Mind keeping those teeth to your--
[A tiny grunt and then silence, the communicator clicking off.]
You know, zombies were never my supernatural creature-of-choice.
[Gene sounds oh-so-casual, if out of breath. Oddly, the video feed isn't on. There is the sound of hard footsteps, near a run, and quiet pants.]
I'd be more for unleashing pixies on you all, personally. Now, those are a terror. Damn annoying pests, too--tying your hair in knots, hide your shoes, eat your food. Evil things. [Stumble--the clatter of the communicator across stone, and Gene's voice sounds more distant now, conversational,]
Well, hello there, friends. Looks like you're faster than you look. And damn are you a sorry sight. [Laugh.] Mind keeping those teeth to your--
[A tiny grunt and then silence, the communicator clicking off.]