Well, they definitely seemed real zombie-like when they were attackin' me. [he makes the universal "zombie" gesture of rolled back eyes and arms extended creepily]
[a sigh. another thing to add to the growing list of things that absolutely should not be real, but maybe are, because the universe doesn't make sense anymore.]
Right. Well, whatever. I've got some more things to think about, now... [she'll toss her orange peel wherever he's been putting his, and rises to her feet, brushing the grass off her clothes.]
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When you say "zombie," is that just a name, or...?
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But I didn't have a long chat with 'em, ya know?
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... So how do you pull the cord if you're dead?
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Someone else's gotta do it, which is why I always got a buddy with me.
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[rita is so tired.]
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I'm heading back to the dorms. You coming?
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[he also stands up, rubbing his hands together to warm them up]
Think I've done enough patrollin' for tonight anyway.
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Dunno. Just seems like the thing to do. Keeps me from sittin' around and goin' crazy, I guess.
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B'sides, sometimes part of patrol is sittin' and observin' the environment for any changes or suspicious activity.