[ Cross is back at it after a quick coffee (read: liquor) break, and he casually slides his flask back into the pocket of his pants as this guy gleefully comes at him with several zombies in tow. He keeps his composure and makes sure his ponytail is nice and secure; he rolls his sleeves down; he slides his gloves back on.
And then he falls into step with this guy, running alongside him, but backwards, grinning at these zombies trying to grab at him. ]
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And then he falls into step with this guy, running alongside him, but backwards, grinning at these zombies trying to grab at him. ]
Making a game of getting rid of these things?