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(Any reason for your disheveled appearance after exiting a hotel room? )
Both of you! Stop! *passes out Persephone and Mr. Hall dolls* Nobody gets the originals! Deal with it.
I retrieve my knife before walking into the house, still tense.
(Angie! ) I tune my guitar, lounging backstage.
I continue walking, and hear a branch snap behind me. I turn around quickly, throw my knife, and it hits a zombie in the head, killing it.
I huff, and flick Zack on the head as I pass him, following Drake.
Me: Gah. I can't write about that! Or can I…?
I look directly at Zack's eyes before putting my gun away. "Fine…" I shoot a look at Drake. "Where's this safe house of yours?"
Persephone: Erm…
"I'd ask the same…" I smirk, pulling out my gun, pressing it to his temple.
"I would've killed him anyways. Don't assume I'm not experienced." I say shortly, suddenly holding my knife at his throat. "Because I'm not. And...
"…what? Who are you to say how long I'll survive?!" I say, taken aback.
I growl at him in frustration. "Dammit…"
"I had to kill my own parents last year when the virus came out… first time I've ever shot a gun." I say bitterly, and pause, narrowing my eyes....
"Really. What exactly have you gone through?" I whisper, clenching my hands.
"It's not… I've had to kill so many people I cared about… because of the damned virus!" I shout, punching my fists into the wall, still crying.
I tremble, tears silently running down my face.
(Some do in the US too )
I drop my knife, my hands shaking. "I…I can't! I can't kill another person I care about!" I shout. Alex: *slowly crawls towards Raven* I struggle...
Alex: *lunges at Raven* I grab my knife, and stab him in the heart, squeezing my eyes shut. "…!" Alex: *slumps onto the ground* "…Alex…" I choke