Aro sighed as he stood and gathered his supplies. A steak knife, a couple of MREs that he found, and three bottles of water, one of which was half empty. He blinked a few times to wake himself up and looked down from his rock. Three zombies were strolling around near him. "Oh, that's just wonderful." He chucked the knife at one, and the blade stuck in it's head, killing it. "Ha! Gotcha." The other two turned to the now weaponless Aro. He pulled out a water bottle. "Fear me, I have plastic!" The zombies walked toward him. "Or not. Uh oh." (Are these the kind of zombies that only die by head injuries?)
(I guess??)
"i I d d don't t think t theyl cc are" she smiled at Jordan. Lunas ears twitched and she bounded off -her injured, bandaged leg held off the ground-. "s she h hears s something, n not a a z zombie t though" Sissy mumbled half to herself and walked after Luna who was far ahead already.
"i I d d don't t think t theyl cc are" she smiled at Jordan. Lunas ears twitched and she bounded off -her injured, bandaged leg held off the ground-. "s she h hears s something, n not a a z zombie t though" Sissy mumbled half to herself and walked after Luna who was far ahead already.
Aro smacked one zombie with the bottle. "Bad zombie!" Smack. "Leave me a lone!" Smack. "Go eat your friend!" Smack.
Luna stoped, her head tilted in cunfusion, watching Aro smack zombies with a water bottle. Sissy stoped also and hesitantly walked up. with a bored sigh she took one of her knives out of her jacket pocket and stabbed a zombie, then cut off anothers head. she kicked the head and stopped to watch Aro smack the remaining zombie with a water bottle.
She shot awake, out of breath. "Huh?" She turned to him. "Yeah, I'm fine." She looked at the ceiling.
He stabbed the cap into its eye. "Thank you!"
Sissy turned to watch Luna limp to a zombie and come back with Aros knife in her jaws. Sissy folded her arms across her chest and eyed Aro suspiciously. with a sigh she finally said something "h hi". taking the knife from Luna she inspected it. "w what I I th thought.. n not s sharp e enough" she mumbled and glanced at him.
"It's a steak knife. It's used for cutting dinner, not fighting zombies. But it gets the job done, especially in my hands."
"n not b better t then o one o of t these" she said and pulled out 10 sharp knives -most were throwing knives and two were kitchen knives-. "o or t h her" she added gesturing towards Luna who had been chasing off a squirrell before instantly returning.
"Yeah, but that's because I only have one."
"b but y you c cant g get a ac acc urate t throw" she insisted and threw it, the steak knife dropping to the ground inches from the tree she was aiming at. throwing one of her throwing knives, It barley missed Aros head and hit the tree. Luna limped past Aro and grabbed the knive trotting back to hand it to Sissy who gladly excepted it.
"I hit the zombie with it. You're just used to using something that is made for throwing." He walked over, grabbed his knife, and walked back. Then he threw it, hitting the exact place her knife had.
"w would y you l like t to see a another t target?" she asked. without waiting for a answer she pushed him against a tree and put a pine cone on his head. stifiling a laugh she backed up.
"You better not miss the pinecone."
"You are a very stuttery person."
It had been too long since he left the base...walking down a road with only a empty M16 on his back, a M9 with only 2 mags, a backpack, and a combat knife. "Why didn't I stay? I would more happy back there than walking in a dead town..." he said, slowly walking. "Wish I could find some ammo...a house not filled with Zeds...maybe even peop-" he stopped and spotted smoke up ahead 'Maybe it's people!' he thought 'No...probably a trap...I need to be careful...' Pulling out his M9, he slowly walked toward where the smoke was...
less then a few seconds and she was already standing in front of him. she shoved him against the tree one of her knives pushed against his throat. "n not m my f fault! y you ww ant t to k know t the r reason I I s stutter?" it was more of a threat then a question.
His attention from the smoke suddenly changed when he heard talking "Probably bandits.." He slowly walked toward the talking, checking his back twice every 3 seconds for anything.
"Yes, I would like to know."
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