Dallen


"Anyone in there? We're friendly. Are you?"


Dallen finished his last smoke and flicked the butte at the undead spitter, lying in a pool of its own acid.  He took a peek outside the train and saw a blinding light aimed at him, which appeared to be a motorcycle by the sound of it.

[color=steelblue] "Not particularly, but as long as you don't try to eat me...I think I can play nice," [/color] he told whoever it was out there.  

The lawyer walked outside, holding his steel pipe at ease next to him.  His black and white suit now covered in blood.  His free hand was being held up to block the light coming from the cycle.

[color=steelblue] "Wanna do me a favor and turn that shit off?" [/color] he asked.  [color=steelblue] "We don't want to attract any more of those things down here." [/color]

After a moment he noticed two young people, one with a M14 aimed in his general direction.

[color=steelblue] "Know how to use that thing, kid?" [/color] he asked.  

A few walkers suddenly came from around the front of the train, heading directly for them.