Oh great, this guy woke up.

[jailbreaker]

Trust me. Your jokes about the people at your job being "a horde of shopping zombies"? Isn't funny.

...And stop making those faces at me. You're the one who invited me in here. I'm just a tenant. Either find me somewhere to go or let me out of here. It's your call.

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[unlivingdead]

{I am quite in agreement about the "zombie" joke, thank you. It is good to see that someone shares my opinion. The munster simply does not, although most of her time is spent thinking of how my demise would go.}

[Being a zombie herself, that is.]

*sporfles* Oh, Ghoulia.

[jailbreaker]

[...That's a zombie. That's a friggin' zombie. Chris is just going to slowly inch his hand in the direction of his pistol.]

Uh...

LIKE SHE JUST WANTS TO BE FRIENDLY. To Resident Evil characters. (Not her finest moment.)

[unlivingdead]

[Ohhh no. This one has a gun, too. Thank you, Frankie. Befriend the normies, she says! They won't try to kill you, she says! She fumbles for her translator, and manages to groan out despite the fear.]

{I do not mean any harm nor do I eat human. Please do not harm me. I am merely interested in conversation, I promise.}

Could be worse. She could be trying to be friendly to Wesker. That'd be a disaster.

[jailbreaker]

[The reach for a gun stops several inches short. Chris's eyebrows furrow together in a gesture of confusion. This is new. A smart zombie? ...Might as well roll with it.]

...Sorry.

God I don't think I'll be promoting triple deadness in dear mun.

[unlivingdead]

[There's a groan of relief, and whatever tension her body had is gone.]

{Allow me to introduce myself, if to ease your fears any. My name is Ghoulia Yelps, I am 16 years old, and I attend Monster High. My best "ghoulfriend" is Cleo de Nile, and my mun appears to adore throwing me into situations where my unlife is at risk.

Would you be so kind as to introduce yourself as well, if you are comfortable enough with the situation to do so?}

[sixthanimorph]

I dunno, 'shopping zombies' sounds pretty damn accurate to me. Maybe you just need to grow a sense of humor.

[jailbreaker]

Zombies stop being funny when they wind up destroying most of humanity, kid. Trust me. They're no laughing matter.

[Damn it, Umbrella. Damn it, Wesker.]

[sixthanimorph]

Don't you mean eating most of humanity? I though that's what zombies did.

[He still isn't taking this entirely seriously. And it probably shows.]

[jailbreaker]

It is. [The "no shit" is unsaid but obvious. Just for being a smartass, David's going to be getting the hairy eyeball treatment. Enjoy it.]

[sixthanimorph]

What's your problem? Did zombies run over your dog? [He's trying to act like he doesn't care, but yeah, you're a big dude, Chris. A big, heavily armed dude. He'd watch his mouth if he had any idea how.]

Sorry, but- aaaah, my childhood!

[jailbreaker]

Ate the people I was helping out. [And most of the rest of humanity, to boot. He doesn't sound even remotely happy about it, too.]

Muahaha, mission accomplished!

[sixthanimorph]

... Huh. That sucks. [Congratulations, Chris. He might have loose scruples, but even he can't help feeling a little like a dick right about now.]

[jailbreaker]

Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. [David's just a kid, so he's just going to let it slide for now. He shrugs one shoulder in a nonchalant manner.] Guessing you don't have that issue at home, though.

[sixthanimorph]

Yeah, not really. [He's both glad for the subject change and not, and it probably shows with his almost uncharacteristic hesitation.] Home's a lot less about zombies and a lot more about... other things.

[regretzio]

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♪ Though you probably won't get a dog to the face
Stay away from large windows, just in case ♪