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What. The. Hell.

[i]Okay, zombie stuff happens in movies a lot, I'll give you that. But real life? Real fuckin' life? Wasn't my life messed-up enough already? How did this even happen? What twathead released the virus that infected everyone? And why...the hell...can they FLY?![/i]

All of this is running wildly through my head as [i]I[/i] run wildly across the rooftops, ducking, sliding, climbing, jumping. Taryn's roofs are a lot harder to parkour than Earth's, and since they don't have to scale skyscrapers, the things are actually gaining on me. Not out of ammo, but not enough time to load another mag. CHRIST, today is not my day.

As I jump and roll from one particularly high roof to a much lower one, I wrench my ankle some and wince, my pace slowing to just slower to a walk. Damn, damn, now they're REALLY gaining on me...Hang on, who's that? As I fervently load up a new clip of bullets from ammo in my pocket, I make the person out. Great, just great. It's one of those damn Elvhen assassins, and if I'm not mistaken, I recognize her. Lovely. Now not only do I have a bunch of zombies trying to eat me, but the same woman who once tried to eviscerate me has my life in her hands. Pardon me if I don't hold my breath.

"Hey sweetie, mind giving me a hand over here? You like killing things, right?"

(Sorry if that's considered a bit of god-modding. If so, I'll change it.)