Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160301225945

(For a little while, at least. From what I read, Zombies are a bit greedy. -w- )

"Ugh..." Abernathy had to shut the door.. and breathe in some cleaner air. "It... it smelled pretty old.. they're probably far away, by now.. just pinch your nose shut or something.. that's what I'm doin'.." Like the officer said.. he covered his breathing orifices with his shirt, trying to go through the stairwell.. far more tolerable now, since he couldn't smell it. With no smell to disorient him.. the officer focused his attention on trying to be stealthy on a set of metal stairs..

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The zombie didn't seem to respond to the gentleman. With steadily depleting spirit energy, her maintained form was losing strength. Clearly though, she was still conscious, since her hands refused to let go of his coat.. even as she was being carried.