[ as long as the head is in pieces that should be the end of it, right?
though he hears what she says — how far did she dig to find his name? — he's more occupied with the other strange sounds coming from the upstairs. already he sees the sources with how one zombie tumbles down the stairs: thud, thud, thud it goes before it slowly begins to stand again. the other takes slow steps down the stairs by comparison, but august knows its one goal in mind already.
there's no shyness with the way he whips his weapon towards the closer undead first, spraying all the bullets in his magazine until it drops on the floor. august pops the magazine out and replaces it with a fresh one before doing the same to the other, which drops on the stairs. empty. reload. ]
We'll have to wait for the storm to stop then, it seems. The weather does change in these places, don't they?
[ august kicks the fallen zombie to see if it moves. it does not.
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though he hears what she says — how far did she dig to find his name? — he's more occupied with the other strange sounds coming from the upstairs. already he sees the sources with how one zombie tumbles down the stairs: thud, thud, thud it goes before it slowly begins to stand again. the other takes slow steps down the stairs by comparison, but august knows its one goal in mind already.
there's no shyness with the way he whips his weapon towards the closer undead first, spraying all the bullets in his magazine until it drops on the floor. august pops the magazine out and replaces it with a fresh one before doing the same to the other, which drops on the stairs. empty. reload. ]
We'll have to wait for the storm to stop then, it seems. The weather does change in these places, don't they?
[ august kicks the fallen zombie to see if it moves. it does not.
(it will, eventually.) ]