username + id: hamkid + 299978
chicoon being used:
Zephirweapon of choice: 3. Your bare hands, to beat up your enemies the old-fashioned way
stay or go back to the snow shoveling site? stay
prompt:
...Not a threat. Right. Okay. Zephir backed down, stepping away a bit. Nobody needs to know he's slightly embarassed. He looked away, though he still listened to what Mockingbird had to say. Armageddon, eh? ...Group? What group? Zephir did NOT agree to joining any groups. Absolutely not. Not today, not tomorrow, or any day that follows. He wonders why he bothered coming out here anyways. All he was trying to do was shovel snow.
...Zombies?
Did he REALLY hear that right? No. He had to be imagining things. There was absolutely
no way this forest was infested with
zombies. That had to be the weirdest thinf he'd heard all day, or maybe even in his lifetime. There was no way he was believing there were
zombies out there. Not a chance he was going to believe that for one second.
But regardless of whether or not those... Weird... Really weird... Chicoons that just popped out of the bushes were zombies or not —
Why would they be zombies? Like Armageddon said, they normally patrol the borders — though these ones seem... Off — so once again, Zephir puts up his fists, ready to fistfight... Zombies? Oh, what is he doing with his life...