Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 29, 2009 21:38:50 GMT -5
Leon pulls the dart out of his neck, bites his with his teeth as if testing a coin, then tosses it away. He looks at the DJ and gives an exaggerated, high, happy nod, then starts toward the wounded man, who starts crying and trying to crawl away. Leon picks him up by the hair with one hand, raising him up high, and slaps him with different hands. He chuckles, then puts the shotgun under the man's chin. "Innnfo."
The man blubbers a bit of nonsense.
Leon pulls the trigger.
He laughs gleefully as bits of the man's head find their way to the four corners of the bar. He turns around, walking toward the rubble where DJ is trying to dig Noah out, his step oddly bouncy for the shambling gait of a zombie. Suddenly he falls flat on his face, unconscious, a few feet from the DJ.
The man blubbers a bit of nonsense.
Leon pulls the trigger.
He laughs gleefully as bits of the man's head find their way to the four corners of the bar. He turns around, walking toward the rubble where DJ is trying to dig Noah out, his step oddly bouncy for the shambling gait of a zombie. Suddenly he falls flat on his face, unconscious, a few feet from the DJ.
