"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 I've been by myself for a year. If I couldn't handle anything, I'd be dead."
Zack-again a weakness in this point.... -rolls eyes and in one sudden move i take out my butcher knife and hit your knife in a crack breakin it and making the blade fall- -yawns boredly- Do you ever think wht you do?
Fenrir: *Sees a police car* Hmmm... *Looks at the zombies around it, then jumps down, rolling when he lands, and runs to the car, finding a few clips of 9mm rounds* That'll work... *Turns around, and barely avoids a zombie, smashing the bat in the side of his head, then flees once more*
*2 of the men turn around and aim their bows at both of you* stop fighting or we'll all just kill ourselves off then where would we be
Zack-turns around and chuckles- Look around i can just do one move and the ceiling falls on top of you....
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?"