A Conversation

“Oh shit. Shit! This is bad. This is really bad.”

“Yeah, you wanna state the obvious a lot or do you wanna help find some weapons?”

“Weapons? This is a fucking office building. Unless you plan on stapling a zombie to death, I don’t think anything here’s gonna much help.”

“Just calm down and look for something quick. I think I heard some of them coming up downstairs.”

“Oh god. Jesus, what are we gonna do?”

“Well, right now I’m thinking about throwing you to them and running like hell.”

“Don’t joke about this. Don’t you fucking dare. How can you say stuff like that at a time like this?”

“Because that’s the only way you can survive. If you act like you, you freak out, screw up and die. I’d like to avoid that. Don’t you?”

“Yeah bu-”

“Good. I’m glad we’re in agreement. Now shut up and find something heavy. Those laptops over there will work.”

“…I think I hear them coming.”

“Yeah. I think so too. We can’t go down…we’ll have to fight”

“Okay. Do you really think we’ll make it.”

“Yeah…yeah, sure.”

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