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Sup. First order of business, everyone calm the fuck down and let the professionals handle this. You know, the guys who've actually spent time preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I'm so in my element right now I'm crossing over into all the other ones, shit's just crazy.
And since I worked at a Best Buy for a week back in the day [ is
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Rittz got the call earlier that he was supposed to work at the bar today. He'd never really held a job, not really, but come hell or high water he was going to make a good first impression. He's even dressed at the moment in the stupid little bartender suit he's supposed to wear. Granted, it's caked in gore along with the golf club he's found, as he's ended up braining the ever living hell out of any of the zombies that got in his way.
Which is how he finds Bro. Dressed for his job and covered in blood and zombie guts. He's trying to run like hell since the sooner he gets to the stupid job, the better, and he can hopefully you know, defend himself better there. Even Rittz understands that.
But still, when he sees another normal looking person, he stops to give a friendly wave. Cause that's just polite.]
Hey there!
These zombies, huh? Sure are something. Jesus.
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Man, and not even a news story to warn us.
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[And then just taking a moment to brain another zombie with his golf club.]
Unless today is a holiday.
Do you think they'd count zombies as a national holiday?
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Town-wide disasters are pretty much the same around here, right? [ Totally makes sense. ]
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Sorry man, I just got here like a week ago. All I know is that it's like being back in time, but without a time machine and no one else I know is here.
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Casually tripping a zombie to make for a simpler kill shot. And he thought all that time messing with drones wouldn't come in handy. ]
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[Meanwhile, he goes in for a pretty devastating swing at another zombie's head. He's not exactly the fanciest fighter, but hey. He at least seems pretty good at hitting things pretty damn hard, despite his appearance.
And because the zombie apocalypse is a great time for small talk.]
Hey, I'm Rittz by the way!
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Name's Strider. [ ...hm. ] I'd be alright with some bear zombies. Put a saddle on 'em, ride in like a badass.
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So are you going to work too?
[Totally catching your clothing, not getting that it might be a reference to something.]
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I'm just out here for the hell of it. Helpin' old ladies cross the street, fillin' expired parking meters, tearing off zombie heads. You know how it is.
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Yeah! Respect to, uh, your crackers too, man!
Oh, well I guess that's good! I'm not supposed to help ladies cross the street anymore, but I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to kill zombies. So I guess that's as good a time waster as any.
I wonder if this happens all the time here.
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[Oh, excuse him a minute. He let one of the zombies get to close, so he'll just hit it in the stomach with the end of the club before caving its face in.]
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I think I kinda got to leave that to you. I'm not much of a reformer, I guess. I'm kinda more along the people who gets reformed.
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It was shoplifting, right.
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