[ 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. ]
Re: Day 9.
Re: Day 9.
You aren't squeamish at all!
Re: Day 9.