Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 22:10:27 GMT -5
Ivan pulls out his DNA scanner and plucks a bit of skin off the nearest undead. The scanner goes to work sorting through stored DNA until it finds a match.
"Half these bastards have the rot!" Ivan said, slamming his fist against the floor. "I have had it with these damn zombies! Somebody show me to my brother. Until I can be sure of his safety, no one gets any medical treatment from me!"
Ivan stood up proudly, gripping his crowbar in his right hand while slapping it against the palm of his left. A stern and solid look came across his face, and what seldom light filled the bar turned his glasses into two white circles over his eyes.
"Now...where is he?"
"Half these bastards have the rot!" Ivan said, slamming his fist against the floor. "I have had it with these damn zombies! Somebody show me to my brother. Until I can be sure of his safety, no one gets any medical treatment from me!"
Ivan stood up proudly, gripping his crowbar in his right hand while slapping it against the palm of his left. A stern and solid look came across his face, and what seldom light filled the bar turned his glasses into two white circles over his eyes.
"Now...where is he?"