Ex-Los Angeles, Friday Morning
Jan. 6th, 2017 05:27 am"Whaddaya think the odds are that anyone's still alive in there?" Luke Reid asked, nodding to an old, blocky synagogue across the street. On one wall, words were painted in what looked like old whitewash or something:
Alive inside. Running out of food. Please help!
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"When we're out of here, it's time for a talk," St. George warned Gorgon, advancing on the final ex.
"A heart to heart?" Gorgon said. "I'm flattered."
"Not with me," George said, ending the fight with a punch to the ex's temple. "With Stealth."
Well, shit.
[NFB, NFI, OOC is always appreciated. Canon-typical violence against the undead, including a zombie kid. Once again, I've written too much, but the fight scene mostly adapted from Peter Clines' Ex-Isle, Chapter Twelve, "Point of View"]
Alive inside. Running out of food. Please help!
( Read more... )
"When we're out of here, it's time for a talk," St. George warned Gorgon, advancing on the final ex.
"A heart to heart?" Gorgon said. "I'm flattered."
"Not with me," George said, ending the fight with a punch to the ex's temple. "With Stealth."
Well, shit.
[NFB, NFI, OOC is always appreciated. Canon-typical violence against the undead, including a zombie kid. Once again, I've written too much, but the fight scene mostly adapted from Peter Clines' Ex-Isle, Chapter Twelve, "Point of View"]