[Who gave Patti a position of power? A moron, that's who. Nonetheless, Patti is now the head of Parasol Inc., a pharmacological company who does secret biological weapon experiments.
She watches some of the trucks pass by, before calling Kid over the radio. Her voice is cheerful, as always.]
Hey Kid! Kid, is that all the trucks we're gonna get for today? I'm bored and wanna go home!
[Clearly the appropriate person to put in charge of a company.]
There is one that is running late, so you will have to wait for another hour before you can go home.
[why was it running late. all the other ones had been on time. why did this one have to be late? oh well, more time to fix the door and it better not get dinged again.]
[She leans back in the office chair, watching the monitors. She twirls a blue-colored vial in her hand, tossing it up in the air and catching it. You know, the kind of vial that belongs in a lab and really, really shouldn't be played with.]
Hey, I know! I'm gonna go get some snacks! Do you want some, Kid?
This is an important delivery and we will need your verification. Therefore you cannot leave.
[it's a shame that a) this wasn't a video radio and b) he was too focused on fixing the gate (now it was 5 millimeters off!!) to notice the horror that was happening up in the main office room thing yeah.
but he sighs.]
All right, but don't make a mess! It took me five hours to resort everything!
[And she sets the vial down. That's it. No dropping it, no tossing it around or anything like that. It sets nicely on the desk as she gets out of her chair and heads towards the nearest vending machine.
Of course, when she slams the door behind her, that's when the vial rolls off the table and hits the ground, shattering the glass. As far as Patti knows, everything is still good. If Kid is listening closely, he might hear something break.]
[She keeps strolling towards the vending machine. La la la...]
Huh? What broke? I think yer starting to hear things Kid!
[Meanwhile, in the office...
A couple of nameless NPCs - I mean zombie fodder - I mean office workers, come up to check on Patti while slowly opening the door.
"Ah, miss Thompson? We were told to check if you've-"
As the two office workers walk in, they don't get to finish that sentence before one of them collapses. As the one office worker tries shaking him awake, he looks towards the nearby phone to call for help.
He doesn't get that far before his fallen buddy suddenly lunges for his throat.]
[She gets cut off suddenly. Looks like her trip the vending machine was cut short, as there is a growing crowd of zombies roaming the halls.
This wouldn't be a problem normally, she could just turn into a gun and just aim for the head. Except for one teeny tiny problem: you kind of need a meister in order to do that.
Welp, that's probably why Kid sounded so angry with her playing with the blue glass vial. She can tell already that she's going to be in big trouble for this.
Oh well, time to kill zombies.]
Die bastards!!
[She aims a kick towards one of the lunging zombies.]
[he's already having to fight on his own, muttering under his breath.]
Disgusting...filthy...abominations!! If you're going to have a droopy eyes, make them hang evenly!! [what. it only had one okay, and he was already pissed at the current situation.]
Patti, meet me at Section F! [that should be the halfway point between where he was and where he calculated Patti to be.
but herein was the problem: how was he going to shoot with just Patti!?!?]
[And that's where she's heading! Of course, she has to fight her way to get there. So she's kicking and punching through the crowds of zombies, narrowly avoiding getting bit herself.]
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Kid's tears, to be more specific.]
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because something was very off about them. he swears when the last truck went through it dinged it and ruined its perfect symmetry and balance.
yeah okay, he's not staring anymore, he's doing what he does best.
restoring order and balance. in this case: fixing those gates by hammering out that ding and possibly realigning the damn thing.
life as a guard is very hard indeed.]
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She watches some of the trucks pass by, before calling Kid over the radio. Her voice is cheerful, as always.]
Hey Kid! Kid, is that all the trucks we're gonna get for today? I'm bored and wanna go home!
[Clearly the appropriate person to put in charge of a company.]
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and Kid just twitches at hearing the voice.]
There is one that is running late, so you will have to wait for another hour before you can go home.
[why was it running late. all the other ones had been on time. why did this one have to be late? oh well, more time to fix the door and it better not get dinged again.]
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Awwww, but I don't like waitin' around!
[She leans back in the office chair, watching the monitors. She twirls a blue-colored vial in her hand, tossing it up in the air and catching it. You know, the kind of vial that belongs in a lab and really, really shouldn't be played with.]
Hey, I know! I'm gonna go get some snacks! Do you want some, Kid?
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[it's a shame that a) this wasn't a video radio and b) he was too focused on fixing the gate (now it was 5 millimeters off!!) to notice the horror that was happening up in the main office room thing yeah.
but he sighs.]
All right, but don't make a mess! It took me five hours to resort everything!
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[And she sets the vial down. That's it. No dropping it, no tossing it around or anything like that. It sets nicely on the desk as she gets out of her chair and heads towards the nearest vending machine.
Of course, when she slams the door behind her, that's when the vial rolls off the table and hits the ground, shattering the glass. As far as Patti knows, everything is still good. If Kid is listening closely, he might hear something break.]
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...Patti?
[quickly grabs the radio and starts yelling into it.]
Patti!? What just broke!?
[WHY WAS THERE EVEN GLASS UP THERE TO BEGIN WITH!?]
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Huh? What broke? I think yer starting to hear things Kid!
[Meanwhile, in the office...
A couple of nameless NPCs - I mean zombie fodder - I mean office workers, come up to check on Patti while slowly opening the door.
"Ah, miss Thompson? We were told to check if you've-"
As the two office workers walk in, they don't get to finish that sentence before one of them collapses. As the one office worker tries shaking him awake, he looks towards the nearby phone to call for help.
He doesn't get that far before his fallen buddy suddenly lunges for his throat.]
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I heard glass shattering. [why does he have this sudden feeling of dread.] Patti, what did you have up there with you?
[forget the door, he's now running through the hallways toward the office.]
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[In the crates marked with the biohazard sign of course. Not that she knows what that symbol actually means.
Again, who put her in charge.]
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Blue...glass...thingie...
[just going to yell out what everyone in the audience is thinking:]
WHO THE HELL PUT YOU IN CHARGE!?
[mad dash is very mad.]
If someone gets infected this whole compound-the whole plan will be-
[and oh snap. look. there are already zombies walking around.] Dammit, Patti!! Where are you!?
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[She gets cut off suddenly. Looks like her trip the vending machine was cut short, as there is a growing crowd of zombies roaming the halls.
This wouldn't be a problem normally, she could just turn into a gun and just aim for the head. Except for one teeny tiny problem: you kind of need a meister in order to do that.
Welp, that's probably why Kid sounded so angry with her playing with the blue glass vial. She can tell already that she's going to be in big trouble for this.
Oh well, time to kill zombies.]
Die bastards!!
[She aims a kick towards one of the lunging zombies.]
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Disgusting...filthy...abominations!! If you're going to have a droopy eyes, make them hang evenly!! [what. it only had one okay, and he was already pissed at the current situation.]
Patti, meet me at Section F! [that should be the halfway point between where he was and where he calculated Patti to be.
but herein was the problem: how was he going to shoot with just Patti!?!?]
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[And that's where she's heading! Of course, she has to fight her way to get there. So she's kicking and punching through the crowds of zombies, narrowly avoiding getting bit herself.]
Get out of my way, assholes!
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