06-07-2010, 04:26 AM
Sable looked around through the office, looking for some sort of map. Setting her rifle down to use both hands.
"We need to find some sort of map so we can find the shortest route through those fucking zombies." She muttered.
She hated it here. The town was too small, even before the infection hit. Not enough furs for her to be around. Of course, she had her reasons for disliking humans, but she knew better than to voice her dislike being surrounded by several well armed and one that appeared to be mentally insane.
"We need to find some sort of map so we can find the shortest route through those fucking zombies." She muttered.
She hated it here. The town was too small, even before the infection hit. Not enough furs for her to be around. Of course, she had her reasons for disliking humans, but she knew better than to voice her dislike being surrounded by several well armed and one that appeared to be mentally insane.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
