Trheadshot, bored as hell, decides to relax in peace... outside. Crazy I know, but crazy he can handle...
"Hmm... It'll be dawn soon" he notices with some disappointment, as he realizes that the zombies should be lackluster in numbers. They aren't harmed by sunlight, these aren't
**** vampires, just nocturnal. *BA-BOOM!* "Wha-!" Carter jumps up, startled, as a loud explosion can be heard somewhere in the vicinity. Chuckling softly, he begins to calmly stroll towards the epicenter, mumbling, "Crazy Russian sunovabitch, ha ha!"
He soon comes upon a pretty sight, a lone survivor plummeting eight stories. Even in the low light, he could spy the powerful armaments of the poor dead bastard. Weaving in and out of the shambling masses of Long Arms wasn't really that tough, just a matter of timing. After slaying a few with his Amputator he finally arrives at the body... Just as a dear friend finished off the loot.
"Hey! Crazy! How's it hanging? Pretty swag
**** mate!"
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