[b][centre][color=c4df9b][h1]The Tech who lifts.[/h1][/color][/centre][/b]

Enzo wondered how much trouble they would get to take the fancy coffee maker with them for the nerd cave back at the base. The ICT and tech teams would love great coffee. I mean the place would be getting a full refurbishment to get the smell of zombies out the carpet, brains and whole resident evil level live action going on right now. Fuck, he would not be able to see theat the same for a long time. 

“Calm Miss, we not here to hurt you.” Enzo said surprisingly softly and with care as he saw the woman panic. The last thing they needed was her running about and getting eaten on their watch. Plus she might alert more of the lurking…”guess we 2 for 2, call it in.”

Finally they saved someone who was not a corporate battle axe, maybe he got an action hero date out of it for fun. Maybe they might have a easy…oh fuck. 

His comment to the others was to cut off Toby the massive fist and he could only but swear in Italian, curse its mother and insult its parentage. 

It was not a planned action that Enzo took, but anyone who was not a hardened direct action feel panic as he just lowered his gun to point at any part of this ugly ass thing and started firing the mixed bag of whatever he had in the gun. There was way too little room. Any damage was better than none and Enzo wanted to live very very much. 

It was more reflex than any logical plan. Zombie monster bad. Gun good. Shoot monsters. Hope it worked. 


[@Flarbinia][@Theyra]