Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 15, 2007 11:46:15 GMT -5
Melody stands, to peer over the bar. "Just the one deader in the kitchen, I think ... unless ... nah, just the one."
She finishes reloading a hand cannon way too large for her, looks over the deaders in the bar with a keen eye.
"Don't recognize any of the rest ... don't waste your needles unless Zhivago there knows 'em."
She aims down the barrel of the gun, pops the melon of another corpse, however temporarily.
"Roll 'em into the cellar, we'll toss them out the double doors. Unless you want to revive 'em..."
She finishes reloading a hand cannon way too large for her, looks over the deaders in the bar with a keen eye.
"Don't recognize any of the rest ... don't waste your needles unless Zhivago there knows 'em."
She aims down the barrel of the gun, pops the melon of another corpse, however temporarily.
"Roll 'em into the cellar, we'll toss them out the double doors. Unless you want to revive 'em..."
