[He's never been in the hospital, actually. He's just heard things, and he keeps the bat in an easy hold by his side, looking out for equipment, too, that he can take.]
I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
[ as they near the hospital wriothesley brings his fists up. a few of the regulars zombies mingling around the front door turn to them, moaning their hunger and beginning to shamble toward them. ] Ready… [ he rushes in, punching one of them straight in the face and prompting its already half rotten head to burst. ]
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I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
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Re: Day 9.
You aren't squeamish at all!
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