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[silvergeneral]

[Now here's a sight you don't see every day, Sephiroth's sneaking around town with an auto-shotgun loaded for bear zombie. Any and all alleyways are fair game, all who look near or close to dead (e.g. Emily) will be summarily yelled at, threatened, and potentially hit in the head with a bottle. You don't even want to know what might happen if you'

Comments

[wingenvy]

...Seph? Has everyone gone nuts this week?

[silvergeneral]

...I consider it closer to justifiable paranoia. One never knows when a horde will spring out and vomit on you.

[wingenvy]

You're the second person I've talked to today who's on the lookout for zombies. You're not in some special rescue force too, are you?

[silvergeneral]

Hardly. That assumes there are enough left who aren't Infected. I operate more under terms of me and mine getting and getting out alive.

[wingenvy]

...Seph, I dunno if you realize what little sense you're making right now.

[silvergeneral]

...I'm not?

[wingenvy]

Definitely not. It's weirding me out.

[silvergeneral]

I've had a Hunter nearly get the jump on me and a Boomer play kamikaze right over my head, all in the past twenty minutes. Call it better safe than sorry.

[wingenvy]

[WHAT IN IFRIT'S NAME IS HE TALKING ABOUT.] Uh... whatever you say, man.

[silvergeneral]

[Oh Sephiroth knows that face. And he can't believe he has to do this, but he scrabbles around with the book for a moment before lifting up a dead zombie by its hair and shakes it at the book.]

This.