Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 11, 2007 22:38:39 GMT -5
Melody spares a worried glance for Murray, another for the still- active deaders inside the bar.
Oh man ... wish I still had that flak jacket ... they start shooting in here it's gonna be a cluster ...
She grabs one of the bodies by the legs, lifting them up and over the half-finished cades. When she gets it to waist- level she heaves, tossing it into the flailing arms that try to reach through the barrier.
She takes a moment to pocket the several rings she has stripped surreptitiously from dead fingers, then goes back to nailing up boards.
"Vito, my man, I admire your sense of adventure and initiative, but do you think you could live in the moment just a little bit and clear a few deaders? Please?"
Oh man ... wish I still had that flak jacket ... they start shooting in here it's gonna be a cluster ...
She grabs one of the bodies by the legs, lifting them up and over the half-finished cades. When she gets it to waist- level she heaves, tossing it into the flailing arms that try to reach through the barrier.
She takes a moment to pocket the several rings she has stripped surreptitiously from dead fingers, then goes back to nailing up boards.
"Vito, my man, I admire your sense of adventure and initiative, but do you think you could live in the moment just a little bit and clear a few deaders? Please?"
