Night of the Dead
"I'm Luke," you mumble, "Nice to meet you," at this she nods curtly.
"Well, now that you two have exchanged your courties, may we return to our business?" Mr. Hunter asks, slightly teasing. You blush, since you find yourself staring at Miranda, who at closer inspection had more than beautiful eyes...you quickly turned away and settled your attention on Mr. Hunter.
He opened his mouth to speak when a dull thumping silencd him. For a moment noone spoke.
"It's them. The infected hosts. We need to get out of here, hurry!" Mr. Hunter mumurred urgently, and he ran to the nearest crate. He pulled out two hand guns, a rifle, and a single knife.
"You'll be needing these," he says, and hands you the knife and one handgun, and gave Miranda the other. He then started rummaging through the other crates, collecting food and ammo.
"Wait, why are there guns and ammo here? Aren't we still in the school-," you begin, but get swiftly cut off by Miranda, who placed a cold finger to your lips.
"Shhhh, they're coming," she whispers,"My father will hold them off as we go through that door," and she points at a door to the left with her handgun,"we'll run out, and get into my father's car, we wait. Kapeesh?"
"Well, now that you two have exchanged your courties, may we return to our business?" Mr. Hunter asks, slightly teasing. You blush, since you find yourself staring at Miranda, who at closer inspection had more than beautiful eyes...you quickly turned away and settled your attention on Mr. Hunter.
He opened his mouth to speak when a dull thumping silencd him. For a moment noone spoke.
"It's them. The infected hosts. We need to get out of here, hurry!" Mr. Hunter mumurred urgently, and he ran to the nearest crate. He pulled out two hand guns, a rifle, and a single knife.
"You'll be needing these," he says, and hands you the knife and one handgun, and gave Miranda the other. He then started rummaging through the other crates, collecting food and ammo.
"Wait, why are there guns and ammo here? Aren't we still in the school-," you begin, but get swiftly cut off by Miranda, who placed a cold finger to your lips.
"Shhhh, they're coming," she whispers,"My father will hold them off as we go through that door," and she points at a door to the left with her handgun,"we'll run out, and get into my father's car, we wait. Kapeesh?"