Oh nothing like that. No complaints here. I'd have to say I'm a fan of your work actually. A regular person would be dead 5 times over having gone through what I have since the change.
You were just snagged so that we may use you to bring more people to my level. Tell me what you require to make more intelligent ones, and no harm will befall you.
If you refuse to work for us i will have to remind you that I'll cut your leg off and eat it. She seems completely unfazed by the threat.
You won't kill me unless I give you the info. So I'm safe as long as i don't tell you. She smugly tells you.
You look at her for a while then pull up a chair and wait until Diane comes back. It looks like it might take a while.
Are you honestly thinking of a response or are you waiting until i give it to you out of boredom?
I'm waiting for my helper. Just think of me as Santa, except I eat people and my little helpers cut people up.
She looks at you in minor confusion.
You are the second craziest person I ever met. She slowly says.
You then hear the door creak open. Diane has returned. Now it's going to get interesting.
She walks in nibbling on a leg.
Who was the past owner of that leg?You ask.
Some hobo.
Can you convince her to say how we make smart zombies?
How intact do you need her?
Stats:
Health:Small gash. Pain starting to arise again.
Energy:Kinda tired.
Infectivity 30%
Hunger: hungry
Durability level 2
Inventory:8 Biobombs. 28 worms. one 357. magnum, 48 357. bullets,
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security: 3
Away but close.
Horde:/45?normals,16 anklebiters,10 actors,Snowflake,one adorable skellie.\
Friends:Diane Pie.