[The phrase 'near the church' seems to set him into action. He darts out of the building in search for her. Bayonets flung into each undead body he ran across.]
[Well now she knew what direction to run through the fog. She heard the sharp pointies flying over her head and smirked as she practically ran into her giant of a friend. There several fleshy thunks and some soft gutteral shrieks as she gazed up at him.]
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... Got a flamethrower laying around somewhere?
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...I'm near the church.
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Thanks.
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