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WHO: Starbuck, Baltar and Six
WHERE: The closet.
WHAT: Hiding from zombie!death while trying not to kill each other.
Starbuck paced, then hit the side of her fist against the door. She glanced over at the Doctor. "Sorry, doc. Don't want to attract zombies, I know, I know." Of all of the places she could be stuck right now, she was in a closet. With Baltar.
If it hadn't been for the fact that the human population on the base was nearing zero, she probably would have just throttled him then and there. Of course, if she let him live and they were the only two that survived, there still wouldn't be hope for the survival of mankind. The last man on earth would just have to try to repopulate the...wherever they were with the cylon in his head.
She paused, listening for zombies. A few moans could be heard outside the door, but it didn't sound like they were trying to break the door down. Yet.
She whirled around, speaking in a harsh whisper. "Will you two cut it out for just one minute?"
WHERE: The closet.
WHAT: Hiding from zombie!death while trying not to kill each other.
Starbuck paced, then hit the side of her fist against the door. She glanced over at the Doctor. "Sorry, doc. Don't want to attract zombies, I know, I know." Of all of the places she could be stuck right now, she was in a closet. With Baltar.
If it hadn't been for the fact that the human population on the base was nearing zero, she probably would have just throttled him then and there. Of course, if she let him live and they were the only two that survived, there still wouldn't be hope for the survival of mankind. The last man on earth would just have to try to repopulate the...wherever they were with the cylon in his head.
She paused, listening for zombies. A few moans could be heard outside the door, but it didn't sound like they were trying to break the door down. Yet.
She whirled around, speaking in a harsh whisper. "Will you two cut it out for just one minute?"