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[CrimsonMoon]

" I told you, samples," She replies softly," Skin, blood, saliva... Other bodily fluids," (*nudge nudge wink wink* XD) She lays on her back and begins humming a soft happy tune

[Light]

(ROFLMAO.)
Daiki gags a bit, "the hell?! As if, take a hike girl. Like im gonna let you take sh*t like that from me," he hisses swinging the strap of his gun over his shoulder.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You a pervert or something?" She asks cooly, mockigly innocent," I mean Stomach acids and the such." She flips her hand in an 'etc' motion. She blinks when she hears some low moans coming from the side of the truck she was closest to

[Light]

"Shut your mouth for a minute," the dark haired man demands as he pulls a hand gun from his back holster. Turning the safety off he aims over the side of the truck glancing around, counting them. In his head they were 'them' and nothing else. To give them a title would be like saying they had been someone, and to kill someone that had been something wasnt something he could do on the fly. Therefore, zombies became them, as well as any other thing moving that wanted to try and get too close.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl watches him calmly, not seeming to mind nor care about the rotted hands that began to reach over the side of the truck towards her. Maybe she didnt want to disturb him like he wanted her to, maybe she didnt care whether she lived or died, maybe she expected him to save her(obviously not) but for whatever reason she stays where she is, watching the greying fingers come closer passively

[Light]

Pulling the trigger he fires once at the zombies skull and looks back at her with a tired look, his dark sapphire eyes looking dull. "So, you just gonna sit there?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She shrugs," I can't exactly start swinging my leg around," She answers evenly," Could i have your sniper rifle for the moment?" She gently pries some rotted fingers from her jeans and scoots back slightly

[Light]

"Hell no," was his immediate answer. "This is an original issue- probably one of the few left that aren't rusting somewhere. I'm not gonna hand it over to some random stranger, let alone anything that moves breathes and asks for samples like a kid does candy,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well then i suppose i'll just sit here then," She shoots back with a simple smile, her green eyes once again taking on that calculating look. She turns her gaze back to the zombies and hums softly.

[Light]

He glowers at her darkly. Maybe a bullet to the head would get rid of her- but then he'd have a mess on his truck, and he liked this one. "You even try anything with it that would end up scratching it or ruining it, I'll toss you off this truck and let them have at you."

[CrimsonMoon]

Her humming trails off and she just smiles slightly again," Now why would i do that, Daiki?" She asks, the question seeming genuine... Wait...

[Light]

"How the /f***/ do you know my name?!" He growls out angrily. Oh he was about to give her his rifle alright- right until she somehow /said his name without him even telling her/.

[CrimsonMoon]

She points at his shirt," You labeled the tab on your shirt, the tag was sticking up," She merely shrugs as if this incredibly detailed observation was no more noticable than in elephant in a zombie apocalypse. Oh wait.(xD)

[Light]

He glares at the tag and rips it off. Leave it to his dead wife to annoy the hell out him even after she's dead. He looks up at the girl, his blue eyes narrowed as he cautiously holds the gun out, "Be careful with it," he repeats like it was a child.

[CrimsonMoon]

She takes the rifle without a word and brings the scope up to her eyes, sitting on her uninjured leg she fires off six rapid shots in succession, each of the shots somehow going through the skulls of six different zombies. She glances at him as if for approval

[Light]

He grunts a bit and sits down watching her. He tilts his head a bit and scratches his neck. "Go ahead then,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She turns back without a word, her eyes suddenly flickering back an forth, lookin as if she was solving multiple equations at once until she fires a bullet into the upper flrehead of a balding fat man. The bullet tears through flesh and bone, the missile coming out the back of its head and severing the brain stem of another zombie too close behind. She begins to whistle that odd happy tune again, this time havig the bullet ricochet a few times, taking down two more. One was left

[Light]

Daiki yawns and shakes the empty pack of cigerates that he had pulled from his vest. No luck in the world anymore.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl sighs and leaves that last zombie alone, placing the rifle in her lap," It's rot reaced the brain stem, it'll be dead in hours," she murmurs

[Light]

"How do you know that?" He asks tossing the box over his shoulder. "It could live longer than that,"