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[ersatzdivinity]

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[agirlcalled]

Hope doesn't scream. She learned a long time ago that there's no point. And it's not like she didn't know this was going to happen. That this is always what happens. So even as Emil screams again she aims and takes another shot. She does take notice of the figure moving toward her, potential threats (and far, far more rarely, potential help) has to rated higher than another person lost.

[overfivethousand]

He's close enough now to hear the sounds of Zs, a rasping, guttural thing that still makes his spine crawl no matter how many times he's heard before. No time to really look at who they're attacking; it's human, because that's all Zs go for, and that's all that matters. Bringing the butt of the rifle to his shoulder, he lines up his first shot, lightning-quick eyes assessing targets. He picks off the one that looks like the biggest threat to whoever they're attacking, then starts thinning the crowd. Five of them, and three are down in as many seconds with clean shots to the head. The last two he can't afford to waste ammunition on and the angle's bad, anyway; catching a glimpse of red hair, he quickly shoulders the gun and moves in closer, pulling his slingshot out to aim.

"Duck!"

[agirlcalled]

She does, though she lets off another shot as she does, taking down one even as she allows herself a moment to look at his work, considering possibilities as she retrieves her knife.

"Thank you."