Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-25547106-20160303015230

Armstrong hears one of the zombies trip over the curb up to the barrel. Moving his newspaper away from eye level, he leans to the side and peers out of the gaping hole in his wall, seeing one or two of them shambling towards the flaming barrel. "Go home please! I don't have any work at this time! It's much too late for you to be out anyway. The shelter will close in less than an hour!" he shouts at them, believing the dissheveled women to be homeless.