Acht

[teutonic_terror]

[It's slowly coming this way!

That is, a shambling, groaning zombie that looks an awful lot like that other German zombie BLU Medic. He is slowly shuffling down every street in Mayfield, looking for the most succulent brains. And maybe for a way to hold in his intestines, because he keeps tripping on them. Ah, such is life for a zombie!]

Gnnnrrghhh

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[doc_furcoat]

[YES PLEASE. And don't mind the slightly paler Worth, which isn't that abnormal for him, coming down one of these streets, carrying a nice little hand made noose. It worked wonders for the last zombie he ran into, he only figured he might run into more, but another zombie!medic? It must be Christmas!]

Well hey there beautiful, what's yer name? [He'll grin, and slowly circle around Fritz, keeping his distance though.]

[teutonic_terror]

Gnrrr.

[My, what a beautiful name that is, Fritz! Clearly you are the life of every party. Undeath, rather. Goodness, zombie political correctness is difficult!

Anyway, Fritz tries to shamble in a circle to keep up with worth and ends up getting tangled in his own intestines again.

GOOD JOB A+]

[doc_furcoat]

Looks like yer shoes untied, Gnrrr. [Or your intestines. Same difference.]

Yer makin' a bloody mess all over the damn street, an' I ain't cleanin' it up. Do I hafta rub yer nose in it so ya learn yer lesson? Huh? [Because making lame jokes at something that wants to eat your brains is so smart.]

[teutonic_terror]

...Hrrgh.

[Worth what are you even saying. You are talking and all he is hearing is 'blah blah blah I have so much brain-matter just sitting here in my skull, succulent and waiting to be eaten!' You're just asking for it.]

Hrrggnnnrrr!

[He makes a clumsy sort of lunge. Clearly he is not as good of a zombie as his RED counterpart. This is embarrassing.]

[bratishkaptitsa]

[...WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN--

Didn't he get left in the house?]

Ulp...

[Wait... His uniform has blue on it. This is the other medic! ...goody.]

[Gotta go, running for his life here!]

[teutonic_terror]

[Well, he's wearing a blue shirt at any rate -- old habits die hard, even after he traded in his uniform to get back one of his eyes. I mean, it's sort of hard to tell that it was once blue, with how caked in blood and sloughed-off skin it is, and the way those intestines are sort of just floppin' out all over the place and everything... but y'know. Team spirit!]

Hnnnghhh!

[Have a zombie shambling after you, small-and-quick-moving food. He likes a challenge!]

[bratishkaptitsa]

Ack! [Okay, is going to be running, no arguments there!]

Be going back to where you are coming from, Mister Other Medic Sir!

[Is indeed a quick little thing... but is wishing that he could still fly, cause that would be a lot easier!]