You remain a distance away, and hold up your gun.
I suggest you leave. Now.The guard is shocked, and stands there like a deer in the headlights.
I said MOVE! I don't want to see anything more bull-crap today!He remains frozen. You move towards him, along with snowflake, and tell Snowflake to throw him somewhere carefully. Snowflake obliges, nabbing the man by his shoulders, and throwing him in a manner so his head won't land first.
The man picks himself up and starts running away, nearly tripping over his own feet as he does so. Clearly, he's more used to fans trying to get in then armed zombies. Let's hope your momentary moment of mercy won't kick you in the nuts later.
You enter the radio station, and take the night-time radio team hostage after a little showing of snowflake, Iris and your gun. You have a radio, and a microphone.
Say your speech.
Zero's stats:
Health: Hurt.
Energy: Little bit tuckered out.
Armor: Bulletproof vest, strong pants, good stompin' boots, Helmet.
Hunger: well-fed.
Durability level: 2
Inventory:28 worms(dead).Smith & Wesson Model 500 (loaded), 3 .50 caliber bullets, 3 ammo boxes of .50 cal ammo. MP5SFA3, 2 clips.
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security: Existent
Rage: Used.
Diane's stats:
Health: still somewhat harmed
Energy: fine
Hunger: well-fed
Armor: Military armor. Bulletproof vest, a strong pair of pants,simple shoes
Inventory: hunting rifle, Pinkamena's Knife.
Horde.
A bunch of normals, A bunch of Spitters ,80-ish armored , An amount of actors, a larger amount of anklebiters,Snowflake and some other brutes, evidently., One Banshee, Blood-wing(outside, somewhere), one crawler, one brutish bear.
In total, you have 2300 or so zombies.
Friend:Bennie(missing!)
Protector and teacher: Iris.
Caretaker: "Theresa's Whisper"
Also, I think this quote might be relevant to your new-found mercy.
Doctor: "You let one of them go, but that's nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim's spared... because she smiled, cos he's got freckles, cos they begged. And that's how you live with yourself, that's how you slaughter millions, because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind's in the right direction, you happen to be kind."