Stop crying, and tell me. What did you tell them? You lower your voice to a threatening growl, as you lower your head to be on equal eye level.
H-how you act, how you do your public relations, your commanding of the zombies, the types... just about everything I could say.And they want to help you for that measly bit of info?T-they wanted a test subject as well. I wanted to live again, that's all I wanted. You had that right, so why not me? Just leave me alone.Traitors don't prosper. I say we k-k.... I got up too fast, hang on.Diane adds action to those words, by falling down again on her bottom and giggling a bit. She's really doped up at the moment, isn't she?
So, give me a reason to let you keep your life.Bennie instantly starts panicking, and pushes you aside, leaving some residue in your eyes. You wipe it off, and see he ran headfirst into TW.
All you hear is his screaming, slowly fading away as the residue sort of... melts into nothing? Welp, he's on a grand journey through the alternate dimension now, so that plot point is taken care of.
Turns out you shouldn't threaten people used to being impossible to kill, they might try something stupid.
Zero
Health: Fine enough
Energy: Fine
Armor: Bulletproof Vest, Boots
Hunger: Fed
Durability Level: 2
Inventory: 9-millimeter pistol.[6 bullets remain]
Safe-House Security: No
Rage: Quite ready for use, old boy slash girl slash whatever gender role you kids wish to project themselves upon.
TW
Health:?
Energy:
armor:
hunger:
inventory:
Diane
Health: Unharmed
Energy: Perfect(napping)
Hunger: Well-Fed
Armor: Fancy Dress
Inventory: Pinkamena's Knife
Horde
Normals [a bunch]
Spitters [a few]
Armored [10]
Ankle Biters [small amount]
Banshee [1] (badly burned)
Crawler [1]
Brutish Bear [1]
Blood-Wing (Decided against eating more, as he thinks he's probably gonna get fat at this rate. Currently getting some sweet eye juices from a local dockworker.)
Snowflake
Human: Carly
Father: Iris
Caretaker: "Theresa's Whisper"