Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 20, 2009 14:32:18 GMT -5
Leon lurches through the doors of the bar, skin flaking from his face, chunks of caked blood falling from his tattered lab coat. He waves a zed's disembodied hand around angrily with jerking motions, then flops back into the barstool. He takes a deep breath, and then
"Mrh?"
"Mrh?"
