Area 15

"We can find more, one reason I brought my laptop, Google maps to the rescue!"

"I'm fine with this. I boxed a lot when I was younger."

"Fuck google maps. I want to go to Walmart and steal all the shinies. Or we could hangout in the nearby elementary school."

"Walmart won't have all of the supplies we need, it'll have food, but not much in the weapons department, that's where google maps comes into play."

I smash some more the undead horde into broken bits, and stop for a few seconds rest. "Heh. Knew all that sparring would pay off."

"And my lack of ability to spar will bite me in the ass, but good thing we trained me in balance, right?"

"I'll teach you how to spar, Chrissy! But not here."

"...Fuck. Am I the designated healer AGAIN?"

"That's your usual job" Chris smiles as he walks around in no direction.

"Fuck this, Chris, take guard." I run up stairs and grab something scythe shaped off the wall. "I knew getting it sharp would be a good idea!"

Chris smiles, like he'd been waiting all day to hear that. He grabs one of his staves from the back and smashes a couple of SKULLS in.

I run back down, carrying the dark handled scythe. "Heh. Shali, Chris, plan us a route to the nearest stores. Focus on places that will have sharp items, food, and possibly chainsaw. Shade, you handle these undead dumbasses with me!"

"Well, Walmart will have some sharp objects and food, so there's our best bet, but that'll take awhile to get to, so the nearby 711 will do." Chris says as he walks back.

Shade clenches his fists, and a horrific popping noise emanates from them.
"Sounds fun."

"Exactly." I laugh as I turn, slicing a zombie in half. I turn back, pushing them away from me and getting the scythe behind them, then pulling it towards me as I kick them into it. "Shling."

"Why did she let YOU get a scythe?!" Shali grumbles, running upstairs to grab her cloak, kitty hat, and gloves, muttering, "It's not fair, I want a scythe..."

Shade leans away from a zombie's attempted bite, slamming his elbow onto the back of its neck.

"Don't care who ya are, if you can't get signals from your brain due to a seperated spine, you ain't doing shit."

"We can get a scythe soon, food comes first." Chris grumbles. "Coni alem, fe amin le." he says in elven, fully aware that Shali doesn't speak elven

"Go eat a whore, Chris. You and your fakey ass language."

"Hah! And off, with their ugly, little, head." I say, raising the scythe and bringing it down on a zombie's neck. I then shove the other side at the next one, and say, "Any last words?" At the zombie's "Graaag." I shove it in, slicing the neck. "Well said."

Shade gives a couple of zombies wicked combinations of strikes, a big smile upon his face. "This is fun, but I feel like we are missing something."

"Shotguns." I answer, applying the sharpened stabby end of the handle no a zombie that thought it was getting past. "All zombie invasions need shotguns."

"Naw... guns are for the weak."

"Useful though." I counter, slicing off a few more heads. "YEEHAW!" I yell, then have a fit of the giggles.

"It's an actual language yeian (asshole)." Chris pulls his dagger from his laptop bag and tosses it at a zombie point blank.