Post by Lachryma on Mar 7, 2007 15:40:34 GMT -5
Lachryma ignores the fevered activity erupting around her, and she continues to talk to the zombies.
"Yes, I hear your moans. They get louder, no? For you bring friends to bar? Yes, I noticed. Is very interesting. And why you moan anyway? To attract friends? To scare prey? Is big mystery."
A rotted hand bursts through the 'cades and claws at her.
"No, filth, you no touch." In one swift motion she breaks the zombie's wrist. It's hand flops sadly.
"Fine, you dead ones is annoying."
She walks near the back of the bar, clears off a table, and pulls out her medkit. She calmly begins setting out her supplies and soon she goes upstairs. She returns with dusty clothing and she makes several pallets before cutting the remaining clothing into bandages.
"I is ready," she says to no one in particular.
"Yes, I hear your moans. They get louder, no? For you bring friends to bar? Yes, I noticed. Is very interesting. And why you moan anyway? To attract friends? To scare prey? Is big mystery."
A rotted hand bursts through the 'cades and claws at her.
"No, filth, you no touch." In one swift motion she breaks the zombie's wrist. It's hand flops sadly.
"Fine, you dead ones is annoying."
She walks near the back of the bar, clears off a table, and pulls out her medkit. She calmly begins setting out her supplies and soon she goes upstairs. She returns with dusty clothing and she makes several pallets before cutting the remaining clothing into bandages.
"I is ready," she says to no one in particular.