Talk:Dragon Zombie/@comment-28718853-20170214210656/@comment-5426290-20170220100220

{Fuuuuudge!} I think while I quickly jump under my desk and sneak between cover to cover back down into the lower levels of the station. There I lock the door behind me and actually kick back and enjoy my rations while the dragon above searches. She will probably get sick of the place and leave in the next 5 days.

5 days later. (0_0) Fudge.. I didn't ration my rations and now I need food. I walk to the armored door I closed 5 days ago and freeze as I hear a groan from the other side of the door. "Smell man.. Smell too faint.. Smell still stronger than anywhere else.."

(OoO) This braindead creature actually had enough cells in her head left to realise that my smell isn;t getting any less near this door. At least, I think that's what she figured out..

I slowly try to sneak back to my bed, but trip over an empty can of rations. Why am I a trash scatterer?! As soon as I turn around I see a clawed hand easily tear its way through the armored door, then another, upon which the door is pried open and she steps into the room with a wicked grin. "Found you~"