[ He'd gone to the Agricultural Wing in search of party, with tea and biscuits, and found zombies instead. Rude. At this stage of the game, he's covered head to toe in zombie bits. And strawberry pie. Don't ask.
The great tragedy, to his way of thinking, is that he can't eat any of the stray pieces of pie still clinging to his person, as that would necessitate eating zombie bits as well. Thus to calm his temptation (and reduce the threat of infection, which he'd heard whispers about), he is heading to the housing wing for a quick shower, when he rounds a corner and... ]
Oh, I say —
[ He startles back. Something has surprised him. Whether it's Lucifer's wings or horns or very strategically placed bits of cloth or something else, it's hard to say. Whatever it is, he recovers quickly and wiggles his bloodstained fingers. ]
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The great tragedy, to his way of thinking, is that he can't eat any of the stray pieces of pie still clinging to his person, as that would necessitate eating zombie bits as well. Thus to calm his temptation (and reduce the threat of infection, which he'd heard whispers about), he is heading to the housing wing for a quick shower, when he rounds a corner and... ]
Oh, I say —
[ He startles back. Something has surprised him. Whether it's Lucifer's wings or horns or very strategically placed bits of cloth or something else, it's hard to say. Whatever it is, he recovers quickly and wiggles his bloodstained fingers. ]
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