Post by Lachryma on Mar 12, 2007 9:26:15 GMT -5
Lachryma watches Murray die. She watches Khrushchev get infected. She watches Leon snap. She watches the DJ run off.
"I is only one left to defend bar? I is only one left with needles?"
She goes into the kitchen, changes back into her poncho, emerges with a look sculpted of ice.
"What is point anymore? Let rats clean up mess. Let rats defend worthless bar. We all die anyway."
She climbs to the top of the stairs, then uses an axe from the bar to demolish part of the stairs. She then takes a seat and watches as the zombies fill the bar.
"No free drinks or food, dead ones. You trade for that."
After a moment, she begins reorganizing her stash of NecroTech bandages.
"I is only one left to defend bar? I is only one left with needles?"
She goes into the kitchen, changes back into her poncho, emerges with a look sculpted of ice.
"What is point anymore? Let rats clean up mess. Let rats defend worthless bar. We all die anyway."
She climbs to the top of the stairs, then uses an axe from the bar to demolish part of the stairs. She then takes a seat and watches as the zombies fill the bar.
"No free drinks or food, dead ones. You trade for that."
After a moment, she begins reorganizing her stash of NecroTech bandages.