Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160302025220

The zombie girl did as told, and opened her mouth slowly.. still reeked of morning breath, but with a mix of tea and crumpet in there. From there... she didn't know what to do.

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"Siiiis! How did we end up in this clearing!? I thought you were following his scent!"

"Hun, I'm a skeleton. How could I follow his scent? I don't have a nose."

"You still have a nose-hole! Don't try your excuses with me, I'll see right through them!"

"You'll see right through because I'm a skeleton?

"G- NO! METAPHORICALLY SEEING THROUGH!"

"Ease up, sis.. we'll find him. I can feel it in my bones."

"One more pun out of you and we'll separate." Like that, the skeleton sisters began to search the clearing for the man they had been pursuing.

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Hm.. this was troubling. No weapon.. finally, they reached the end of the stairwell. There was some graffiti on the ajar door. It read [Give it a try. You'd be surprised how great it is.] Officer Abernathy merely shook his head.. Zombies were like corpses, and corpses were cold.. how could that be pleasurable, he thought? He pushed through the door as he finished his thought about what to do about no weapons.. and an epiphany hit him as he leaned down and snatched up a crowbar. "When in doubt: improvise." He whispered to him, handing him the crowbar. It was fairly rusted.. but in good condition, nonetheless.