Zombies, Oh My :Olather2002January 18 2009, 12:02:46 UTC
(Someone jumps Angel. Angel gets him up against the wall, then realizes it's Connor)
ANGEL: Connor. Jesus. (hugs him) Thank God you're alive.
CONNOR: Hey, how'd you know where to find me?
ANGEL: It's a long story. We got to get you out of here first.
CONNOR: Wait, first I have to kill that thing. This is my fault.
ANGEL: We can't kill it, and no it's not. We've thrown everything we can at it-it's not enough. We need to go.
(Angel turns to walk away, only to find himself face to face with Gavin. Gavin grabs Angel, but Angel punches him and throws him across the hall into the wall.)
ANGEL: Gavin-how did-?
CONNOR: He looks dead.
ANGEL: He is dead. Technically, 's undead. It's a zombie.
(Gavin stands up.)
CONNOR: What's a zombie?
(Angel grabs Gavin and throws him across the hall again.)
ANGEL: It's an undead thing.
CONNOR: Like you?
ANGEL: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh.
CONNOR: (smirking) Like you.
ANGEL: No! It's different. Trust me. Come on.
CONNOR: Why are they doing this? Why are they zombies?
ANGEL: I don't know, but we need to find the others.
(...)
ANGEL: The only way to kill a zombie is to stop its brain activity. Cut off it's head, smash it's skull... luckily, they're slow and stupid so we have a decent chance of beating them.. (peeks around the corner) Unless, of course, there's hundreds of 'em.
ANGEL: Connor. Jesus. (hugs him) Thank God you're alive.
CONNOR: Hey, how'd you know where to find me?
ANGEL: It's a long story. We got to get you out of here first.
CONNOR: Wait, first I have to kill that thing. This is my fault.
ANGEL: We can't kill it, and no it's not. We've thrown everything we can at it-it's not enough. We need to go.
(Angel turns to walk away, only to find himself face to face with Gavin. Gavin grabs Angel, but Angel punches him and throws him across the hall into the wall.)
ANGEL: Gavin-how did-?
CONNOR: He looks dead.
ANGEL: He is dead. Technically, 's undead. It's a zombie.
(Gavin stands up.)
CONNOR: What's a zombie?
(Angel grabs Gavin and throws him across the hall again.)
ANGEL: It's an undead thing.
CONNOR: Like you?
ANGEL: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh.
CONNOR: (smirking) Like you.
ANGEL: No! It's different. Trust me. Come on.
CONNOR: Why are they doing this? Why are they zombies?
ANGEL: I don't know, but we need to find the others.
(...)
ANGEL: The only way to kill a zombie is to stop its brain activity. Cut off it's head, smash it's skull... luckily, they're slow and stupid so we have a decent chance of beating them.. (peeks around the corner) Unless, of course, there's hundreds of 'em.
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