Post by Lachryma on Jun 20, 2007 2:11:02 GMT -5
Lachryma regards the shambling horror for a moment, then reaches for the duffel. She quickly places a large black purse into the bag, and then she adds some misplaced gauze and syringes taken from her nondescript jeans' pockets and from her short, tight-fitting dark jacket.
With this done, she quietly walks to the fire escape, jumps to grab it with a small gasp, and climbs up while placing her feet on the rungs with care as to be silent.
She smiles slightly at the armed man, like she recognizes him from somewhere, then she leans from the roof to spit on the zombie below.
With this done, she quietly walks to the fire escape, jumps to grab it with a small gasp, and climbs up while placing her feet on the rungs with care as to be silent.
She smiles slightly at the armed man, like she recognizes him from somewhere, then she leans from the roof to spit on the zombie below.