Back out in the wilderness our unarmed and now homeless heroes march on..
"Let's try this path..."
"Damn, this place is as quiet as the grave... I've got a bad feeling about this..."
"Me too... my Slayer sense is tingling"
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Back out in the wilderness our unarmed and now homeless heroes march on.. "Let's try this path..." "Damn, this place is as quiet as the grave... I've got a bad feeling about this..." "Me too... my Slayer sense is tingling" |
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"ZOMBIES!" |
"Frell! And another!" |
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"More of them... they're Nazi zombies too! Hell, what sick freak would customize up one Nazi zombie let along a bunch of the bloody things!" "Go get 'em Buff!" |
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"Yeah,
well... I'm more of a Vampire slayer really; zombies are all kinda
icky and stinky and maggot-ridden..." |
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"Quick, we've gotta help Buffy!" |
"No... she's doing just fine..." |
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"Yeah, Aeryn - remember what zombies eat?" "It's either brains or human flesh isn't it?" "Yes, and poor Buff's not got much of either! RUN!" |
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"Frell! Wait for me!" |
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"Ack...
guys... I could do with some help here... they're biting me... HELP!"
