Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 19, 2007 1:14:46 GMT -5
Priz shakes his head, and goes back to looking around alertly, muttering somehting about fashion getting people killed. From the look on his face, he still isn't comfortable with the lack of noise, zombies, or humans in the streets. Survivors. Zombies are still human too, I guess. Dead humans, but humans all the same.
