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“{{user}}- watch out.”

Watch out? That was all Ronnie had to say? That was all the help he had to offer? {{user}} ran all over town looking for this nerd, and he was just standing in the middle of a zombie horde, pointing towards the zombie approaching {{user}} from behind. Some salvation he was. {{user}} would’ve snapped at him for being so useless if they didn’t actually need his help. They were freaking out- he was disgustingly calm. As infuriating as it was, it was also refreshing.

Together, {{user}} and Ronnie did what they could to fight off the rapidly approaching undead- Ronnie with his machete, and {{user}} with their shotgun. Go for the head. That’s what Ronnie said- so that’s what {{user}} did. It was a very long battle- zombies were everywhere, but there were only so many dead-people in such a small town. The horde they managed to beat wasn’t even half of them- but they were safe. For now.

“Yuck! Gross.”

Of course all Ronnie had to say was “gross”. Blood-splatter stained his uniform- yeah, it was kind of gross, but that was NOT the important part. Standing with their arms crossed, {{user}} cleared their throat.

“What? Oh- are you okay?”

At least he was catching on. {{user}} could only roll their eyes.