(Last Updated – 04/18/2012)

(Originally written: September 2012)

*Thomas slips on the gloves and lets the chaingun enable it self, then fires a small 10 round burst into the building across the street*

Xavier: How much.

Thomas: What are you willing to trade... we mainly need ammunition for our weapons, specifically nine millimeter and seven-six-two NATO.

Jess: Guys, let's just talks this over for a moment.

*The three people Thomas and Dria are trying to sell the chaigun to all huddle together for a moment*

Jess(whispering: We have about fifteen mags of nine mils that none of us are using 'cause we have forty five pistols, we should just offer the ammo and few more mags of seven-six-two.

Trish(whispering: What do we do about ammo for that thing? It'll crunch though our supplies in minutes!

Xavier(Whisper: Rumor has it that an ammo drop is going to spawn not far from here, and it's first come first serve when it concerns ammo. I say we barter for the minigun with whatever we have, and if we can't get our moneys worth, we can just sell the damn thing an' make a profit.

Trish(whisper: We can't sell it in Vegas... they'd know its a brigade model, with that whole authorization thing intact that is.

Xavier(whisper: Then its agreed we're gonna try and get it?

Jess(whisper: Yes... Dan Oppenheimer's black market always will give you something good for good weapons.

*The three of them break the huddle*

Xavier: Uh, we gotta 'bout fifteen thirty round extended pistol nine millimeter mags, but don't got a use for 'em seein' as we all use forty fives... *He produces an M1911 and Jess pulls out a H&K USP* So we'de give yal these *Jess begins to unload the extended mags from her backpack* and a bit more of some lovely seven-six-two, I'de say maybe... *He tilts his head from side to side a bit in thought* Ten mags

Thomas: I need fifteen, I'm down to my last five

Xavier(pointing at Thomas: Fifteen 'If'... We get to have the ammo that comes with that there minigun.

Thomas*: Seems Like a deal to me and to be honest I'm not fond of lugging that thing around...

Dria*: Works for me-

Dria: -Ammo is yours, just make it a full Fifteen mags and throw in a rifle.

*Xavier pauses for a moment, then draws the G36c off his back*

Thomas*: A rifle too?

Dria*: Why not?

Xavier: Will 'this' little number be enough?

Thomas: What kinda gun is that? I mean I recognize the H&K design but...

Xavier: G36c Carbine, use for real close quarters combat. Its rate o' fire comes in damn handy too.

Thomas: Can I take a look at it?

*Xavier tosses it over and Thomas is surprised by how light it is when he catches it*

Thomas: That's where I remember this from... it's a derivative of the G36 rifle sarees... I'll take it, and you sir, have yourself a deal.

*Xavier throws Thomas the bag with the magazines in it and Thomas gives Xavier the gloves and chaingun*

Jess: Just one more word of warning, I hear on the forum that Shine has some covert recon team in the area, just watch out for anyone acting strange okay?

*Thomas as Dria just keep walking, and at the end of the block as they're turning the corner-*

Dria: Don't worry *She take off her shades* we'll keep an eye out for them *She and Thomas sprint off and down the alleyway, out of sight*

Jess: F*cking Zed! *She Aims her M16 and puts 5 round in their direction*

Xavier: Hold your fire!

Jess and Trish simultaneously: What?

Xavier: If they wanted us dead, we... we woulda been dead girls. So I say we just let 'em go. Ee gotta f*cking big-ass gun to play with! And plus... how the hell they standing up right and talking and such what?

Jess: Woulda seen the red glowing eyes a-hundred yards off if they were on Omni.

Trish: Still doesn't feel right to let two of Shine's agents slip through our fingers...

*Thomas and Dria are again up a fire escape and are inside what appears to be a a rundown tenement housing*

Thomas: Why'd you do that?

Dria: Just messin' with them... I had a feeling they weren't gonna pursue, I mean you heard him yourself *She mocks the same tone and accent that Xavier just used* "If they wanted us dead, they would have killed us already"... And that is 'so' true.

Thomas: We still need to keep moving after we outfit all these magazines

*The next 30 minutes is done counting rounds and loading mags with rounds*

April 14th 2059 – 9:58 AM

Thomas: Well, we've come about two miles away from where we started, and if my sense of direction is correct, it's away from Vegas.

Dria: We'll attack again, we just need to be patient...

Thomas: You sure like this whole being sadistic thing, Dontcha?

Dria: Yeah, it's a fun change of pace... It's been a while since I've broken rules

Thomas: But what about killing Dukard and-

Dria: -There's a difference between sabotage and murder ... See you tomorrow or later tonight, I've got something that I planned on doing today... *She goes limp while standing up and falls strait backwards into a laying position. Thomas logs off as well, Removing his neural headband and getting up outta the armchair that he's sticking to. He checks his watch, and its only 10 in the morning... Breakfast, then he does some networking, trying to find a supplier of mods for infinite ammo mags. After a semi fruitful search and looking to see the guy's coordinates within Undead Nation, Thomas Begins to play some Frag Fest again, killing the time and other players. Dria on the other hand gets up from being logged in and immediately takes a shower. After throwing some of her usual attire on, she leaves her apartment and begins walking down the street for around an hour to get to a movie theater. She sees something that one of the people from work recommended and enjoyed it slightly, but ultimately disliked having her time wasted. She starts walking back home over the next hour. Dria gets back to her apartment and goes inside, sitting down as she puts on the neural interface headband and logging back into the VRN. Thomas joins her virtual room almost as soon as she's online*

April 14th 2059 – 3:34 PM

Thomas: Back so soon?

Dria: I regretted seeing that movie...

Thomas: Which one?

Dria: Are you going to see it?

Thomas: No... but I was just curious.

Dria: It wasn't good. So I won't torture you by telling you about it.

Thomas: Fine then... I did a little digging while you were at the movies and I was able to find a guy who can hook us up with some infinite ammo mags, and he's not far from where we are, just another mile or two and we'll be there.

Dria: How can we know this guy is legitimate?

Thomas: I sent him a message that we would be coming along sometime during the day.

Dria: We best get moving then *She checks her wrist watch* we're burning daylight... overcast daylight that is.

*They log into Undead nation and set out, and are soon are met with the sound of gunfire and zombies scrabbling about*

Dria: Should we?

Thomas: Yes. We need ammo, and plus, if we do horribly disfigure them, we'll just leave them injected with Convert, we have a sh*t ton of it anyways.

Dria: Point taken.

*They go down 3 blocks and turn the corner to find a single guy fending off a small and thinning group of zombies with what appears to be a P90 PDW On semi Automatic. He is calmly walking backwards at a brisk pace whilst putting single rounds through heads with a laser pointer*

Dria*: This guys got it handled, lets just pop him off quick

Thomas*: I'll do it...

*Thomas begins to aim at the guy with his SPAS-12 loaded with solid slug, and as soon as the sight are aimed he is about to squeeze the trigger when the guys hand blurs to his holster without looking at Thomas and has the laser pointer directed right at the space between his eyes*

?: I'de help me if I were you, not try and rob me of ammo, I'll give you a mag of your choosing *He sidesteps a lunge from one of the infected AI and retaliates with a double tap of 5.7mm to its head from this P90 in his right hand* If you help me finish 'em off that is...

*Dria shrugs and draws her new M93Rs, then starts finishing off the horde. Thomas joins in with solid slug shot ripping chunks out of the poor undead sods. When the dust settles the guy with the P90 turns to them-*

?: Name's Seth *He holsters his pistol and P90 and makes his way over to Thomas producing 3 different magazine types* I've got seven-six-two, nine millimeter, and five-five-six. you get one each...

*Thomas takes the 5.56mm and Dria the 9mm*

Dria: Thanks *She slaps the new mag in place of a spent one in her M93R*

Seth: So whats your guys's deal? Just meet up, long time friends, just passin' through?

Thomas: We're just passing through.

Seth: Well then, I think I'll just tag along in case something particularly nasty come our way. Like a four digit horde.

*Now that Thomas is closer he can see that Seth is wearing a Eye Heads Up Display piece*

Thomas*: Should we let him come with?

Dria*: It'd look suspicious if we didn't

Dria: Lets get going then.

*A few moments pass as they begin walking down the road*

Seth: Where are you headed?

Thomas: A modder's hideout, gonna get us some infinite mags for out side arms and such, nothing fancy.

Seth: Ah, fun. Not illicit. Very good, so ah... whats with the shades?

*They both give him a blank stare*

Seth: Did I offend someone here or something?

Thomas: You sure you wanna know?

Seth: What the hell... tickle me curious...

Thomas: Just, just don't get jumpy on me *He takes off the shades slowly* My name's Thomas

*Dria removes her shades as well*

Dria: I'm Dria

*Within moments of removing their shades Seth has a pistol on each of their heads, but his hands are shaking a good deal*

Seth: Why? I- I don't get why ... I don't get- I don't... How the hell are you-

Thomas: -Put the guns down man

*Seth lowers the guns from their faces but has them twitching around at chest level for both of them*

Seth: Shine doesn't allow anybody 'cept his elite have control via mods... and according to this *He taps his HUD eyepiece with the end of one of his FN Five Seven Pistols* you don't have any mods present

Dria: That's right... we don't have any mods, we didn't steal anything... well actually we stole a bit from some people but that's irrelevant.

Seth: So you tell me how the hell you get control?

Dria: Hmmm... You seen people become infected?

Seth: Once or twice...

Dria: You seen them turn from sane to mindless puke in a matter of an hour?

Seth: Less time than that even...

Dria: Well we expose ourselves to a minute amount of the virus and fight it all the way... Then we end up like this.

Seth: So... your not going to try to kill me?

Thomas: Not unless you piss us off.

Seth: ...And you guys aren't Shine's agents?

Dria: We know Shine, Nice guy, but we're on our own.

*Seth lowers his pistols slowly and holsters them*

Seth: So what kind of mods do you want? Because I'm that modder guy you were talking about... I knew someone was coming but damn, not player zeds... Follow me to my workshop

*They follow him down the street another few blocks without incident. Seth goes over into a phone booth*

Seth: It's gonna be a bit cramped, but we'll manage, you two get in after me

*They cram in the booth and Seth dials a quick 10 digit number*

Seth: Turn around and open the door outward

*Thomas opens it to find a large warehouse sized room with equipment and content lining the edges from floor to ceiling, hovering on invisible stands.*

Seth: Step into my office

*In the center of the room is a small card table and the characteristic developers console holographic interface sitting on it. Seth goes over to it presses a few buttons on it and 3 chairs materialize. The three sit down*

Seth: So, what are ya trying to get your hands on?

Dria: Bottomless pistol mags, for starters

Seth: My starting price for handguns is Five US dollars a magazine, and trust me, I'm not ripping you off, because I'm a Supplier, I sell them off to a middleman who 'does' rip you off, so your getting a good deal from me. Rifles I charge ten... Special items... I'de have to appraise them.

Thomas: Sound fair enough to me... But before you begin, how much would one of these, *Thomas takes the modified .600 nitro express round out of his pocket and holds it out to Seth* be worth to you...

*Seth perks up instantly as his HUD eyepiece begins to flash slightly.*

Seth(Excitedly: Where'd ya get that?

Thomas: We Rescued someone from certain death, they gave us this single modded, infinite ammo, low recoil round.

Seth: If you don't mind, I'll take that off your hands, and I'll let you have whatever you want. I've seen low recoil for high caliber, but I've never been able to get my hands on one to study the coding, cause they don't allow developer consoles outside, well, unless you wanna get insta-banned. I'll give you pretty much anything you ask, within reason for the six-hundred nitro.

Thomas: I'de like a high powered scope for my AN94-

Dria: -If you have a set of ankle holsters, those would be appreciated-

Thomas: -And infinite mags for all our weapons since your offering.

*A beat*

Seth: For the round, you have a deal. I have Nine millimeter mags of almost every make and model cooked up in plentiful supply, I think I have an H&K mag for that G36c there, and the AN94... I Haven't seen a Nikonov in a long time- Hell, not even in the sim. I'de have to code the magazine from scratch...

*Seth goes over to one of the far walls and starts browsing the racks, he comes back with four 9mm mags, a 5.56 H&K, a Tubular mag for the SPAS 12, a high powered scope, and two ankle holsters. Coming back to the table with his arms full, Seth spills the stuff on the table*

Seth: Gimme one of your AN94 mags.

*Thomas hands it over and Seth looks at it carefully before Stopping and having his brow furrow up*

Seth: These are custom... You overhauled this rifle to use seven-six-two!

a problem?

Seth: Not at all, Just impressed that's all... I might also know a guy who can get you some contact lenses so you can just walk among humans without those ridiculous shades... He's about a mile over but I might be able to get him to teleport the stuff in. Now it's gonna take me some time to get this coded, because honestly, I've never Coded a custom piece of work before... You guys can go do something else in the mean time, I'll send you two private messages when their done. Just Write your Player ID's down on the clip board.

*Thomas and Dria Write their respective Player ID's down on the Clipboard that Seth Produces, then log off of Undead Nation to Thomas's Virtual Room*

Dria: So what now? Anything in particular that we wanna check out that's gotten away from us?

*Thomas pulls up the recent events pertaining to Frag fest*

Thomas(after glancing at the forum page for the sim: Well for starters they just added a sh*t ton of official weaponry to Frag fest... And it musta been after I left, because I was on that this morning.

Dria: Hmm, anything particularly interesting?

Thomas: From a quick glance I'm seeing more toys, a lot more toys...

*Dria begins reading the newest Additions in the Update over Thomas's Shoulder*

Dria: Holy sh*t... They've added about forty weapons. I gotta see this.

*Thomas launches a private match on an urban war-torn environment with several armory carts laden down with weaponry. As soon as Dria's eyes meet the MR-DR88 Autopistols, she snatches them up and places them on her wrists, then lets lose at one of the holographic player models running around the arena*

Dria(Clearly Impressed: Excellent...

*Thomas takes up an M46 combat rifle and fires a few rounds to test it, then accidentally fires the proxy grenade underneath the barrel at one of the center cars of the map. Thomas looks at one of the grenades that goes into the undermount, then slowly walks over to the sticky proxy grenade and carefully disengages it. Dria goes back to the cart and picks up a GSR1 and fires it tentatively and finds the recoil crazy, spraying bullets up the far wall. Thomas then eyes the R98 Bolt action. Grabbing It, he sights up the irons and fires a shot into the nearest target dummy and is rewarded with a popped head.*

Thomas: Much smoother bolting then the Seventy-eight... *He reloads the mag as Dria moves on to testing out an M781 semi auto shotgun, firing a few test shots at a passing target, then tossing it to the ground without being impressed*

Thomas: Lets see... I see something familiar...ish *He picks out an AH208 and loads the mag, then fires a double tap taking off the torso of a target with a shower of holographic blood. He reaches for another one of the magnums and finds his hand can't grasp it*

Thomas: Damn, No dual wielding these by default.

*Dria whistles for his attention and Thomas looks over to see her holding two weapons*

Dria: Maybe these *She hold up two double barreled sawdoff shotguns* will do the trick instead of the magnums? *she throws them to Thomas. He catches them and fires both at a passing target, destroying the top half of it and raining blood down on Thomas*

Thomas: Oh hell yes... I like these

*After about an hour of testing out the crazy contraptions of ballistic mod, they are contacted by Seth Via a direct com feed*

Seth: Hey, your stuff is ready, yal should get back in here, I have a customer waiting outside and I can't be seen with Zeds. Get in here quick.

Thomas: We'll be there within a minute *Thomas puts a round from his SRS2 into a target dummy's head then logs off of Frag Fest and goes into Undead Nation, sitting bolt upright in his chair and Dria doing the same about 4 seconds later.*

Seth: Good, your stuff is on the table and ready to go, and here's the directions to reach the cosmetic modder, he's about a mile down the street, so you cant miss him. He knows your coming and now I need you to get out, I have a potential customer here. So shade up and go, pleasure doing business with ya

*Thomas and Dria wordlessly pack up their gear with a renewed quickness*

Dria: Thanks for the mags. *She loads one of the infinite ammunition Mags in her M93R and works the slide violently. Thomas and Dria both step back into the telephone booth and then out into the street where they see a shady looking figure in a trench coat with a sawd off at his hip holster and a mean looking lever-action strapped to his back. The two don't even stop to look at him again but continue down the road...*

April 14th 2059 – 4:52 PM

Thomas: I have a bad feeling about right now...

Dria: Why do you say that, I mean we- *Thomas pulls her backward and a bullet whizzes by where she just was. A loud crack follows a fraction of a second later*

Thomas: Sniper! Get to cover *They continue running down the block as rounds crack out behind them until they are around the corner. Thomas peeks his head out quickly, the retracts it*

Thomas: One lone gunman... three stories up... two windows to the right... muzzle break on the rifle. On three provide some suppressive with those Burst pistols

*Dria slaps the second infinite mag into the other M93R and works the action on the pistol*

Thomas: One... two... three! *Dria bolts from the cover running across the street, gunning the triggers on the twin machine pistols and suppressing the sniper while Thomas sights in his AN94 and pulls the trigger twice, punching through the wall and wounding the guy. Blood spatters on the window and the guy goes down.*

Thomas: ...Lets go talk to our friend up there

*They find an entrance to the building and go up the flights of stairs to where the guy is in a crouching-esque position, merely crawling along the floor with a revolver trained on the wrong door. When they enter, he snaps round but Dria has already put a burst into the guys hand. He shrieks as he drops the revolver and scuttles to get away from a briskly closing Thomas with SPAS-12 in hand*

Thomas: Why Are You Trying To Kill Us?

?: F*CK YOU ZED

Thomas: Why Are You- *The guy twitches for his other holster and Thomas racks his shotgun* DON'T TRY IT!

*The guy goes into the hands up position, Thomas nods for Dria to go in and relieve him of his weapons, but as she goes for the sawdoff on his hip he tries to ram a shiv into her, but she twists to the side then picks the guy up buy his neck*

Dria: I wouldn't try and stab me if I were you... It'd just piss me off...

?(in a choked weak voice: Go to hell

Dria: Wrong answer! *She unsheathes her Kukuri with her left hand, cuts open the guys front like a hog, letting the internal organs be exposed as he cries out for help. As he is gasping for his last breath Dria messily rips out the guy's heart and take a bite out of it. The sniper dies within moments of his heart being taken out*

Thomas: Little bastard deserved to die... but having his heart ripped out...

*Dria is just standing there with the heart in her hand, chewing the flesh slowly initially, then faster. She takes another frenzied bite*

Thomas: Stop it...

*Dria starts eating another bite of the heart*

Thomas: KNOCK IT OFF *He slaps her across the front of the face with the folding stock on his SPAS-12 shotgun. Dria shakes her head and feels the welt left by the stock*

Dria: Thank you... I guess... *She drops the remainder of the heart and rubs the welt, getting blood on her face* F*ck that's numb...

Thomas: You're welcome, agree to do that to me if I loose control a bit...

Dria: Got it, but I gotta at least say this, human flesh is... *She laughs once in embarrassment* It's like a narcotic.

Thomas: C'mon, it's not that good...

Dria: You obviously haven't- Nevermind... We need to find some water, I need to wash up

*They find a restroom and Dria washes the blood off her face and hands. They go out of the building up the street a bit more*

Dria: How'd he know we were zombies?

Thomas: Hmmm?

Dria: How'd the sniper who almost got me know that we were zombies?

Thomas: Maybe we just looked really suspicious... two people with pale skin with shades on and laden down with guns... we'de probably seem like people from that classic movie The Matrix. But It Probably was a thermal scope.

Dria: The Matrix?

Thomas: It's a classic from about fifty years ago... Oh don't tell me you haven't seen it.

Dria: Not a movie person...

Thomas: Says the person who just got back from the movies

Dria: I told you didn't like it.

Thomas: Whatever.

*They continue onward down the street...*

*Thomas and Dria turn another corner, following the Directions from Seth Until-*

?(disembodied, male, and having a British accent: Are you the ones that Seth sent me?

*Thomas and Dria look around for the disembodied voice*

Dria: Yeah we are... Where are you?

?: This audio feed doesn't have an actual origin within the world. Just follow my directions

*Thomas nods yes*

?: Go forwards until you see the ruined cop car, get in, both of you, in now... Don't be shy.

*They get in the ruined car, and the moment the doors are closed, the engine roars to life and plows forward at break neck speed towards the wall at the end of the street*

Thomas(nervousness in his voice is palpable he grips the steering wheel tightly: How does this work...

?: Don't worry, it will

Thomas: You didn't answer my quest-

*They hit the wall at the end of the street and ghost right through it, ending up in a small room about the size of a basketball court.*

Thomas: -tion...

*A semi dazed Dria and Thomas get out of the car to see a man around 6'2 in height in his late 20's and wearing doctors scrubs, albeit blood stained in areas. He extends his hand for Thomas to shake it.*

?: Jerrome Yates. Cosmetic modder extraordinaire, also master mod tailor. I'm still learning how to use mods on weaponry but I tell you I'm the finest when it comes to cosmetic stuff.

Thomas: Name's Thomas Daeton *Thomas shakes Jerrome's hand*

Dria: Dria Salcome *She shakes Jerrome's hand as well*

Jerrome: And what can I do for you two?

Thomas: Okay... we were told we could get some... er, foolproof contact lenses?

Jerrome: Ah yes, I've got quite a lovely supply of those, any color in particular?

Thomas: Green

Dria: I'll take Red

*Jerrome goes over to a cabinet at the far end of the room, rummages around in it for around 20 seconds before he comes back with 2 sets of contacts*

Jerrome: These will run you two thirty round mags each, they also have comfort in mind, modded so they don't even register as being there to the eyes.

Thomas: Thanks *He takes the case from him and hands him the four mags of ammo*

Jerrome: This will help next time I go out... Hey I'm 'usually' not a person who asks questions but... why the shades?

*Dria takes off her shades*

Dria: This is why

Jerrome: Oh! um... okay then, ah, how d-d-d-d-do you t-t-talk?

*Thomas takes off his shades as well*

Thomas: We are in control due to an inconsistency with the Sim. We're able to maintain control because we willingly became infected, and remained conscious during the four hour infection period, maintaining control

Jerrome: So your t-telling me if I willingly become infected, l-like say if you spat in an open wound of mine, and I didn't treat it with Covert to get the virus out of my system, I'de stay in c-control?

Dria: It's slightly more complicated then that. It takes practice to stay in control, and the longer the time between log out and log in it is, the harder it is to get control back. The best way I can describe not being able to control your body, is being crippled, and then being put into a state of frenzy whenever you see, hear, or smell human suffering.

Jerrome: So control without mods is possible... Sign me up and get me in control and I'll get you to pass as humans.

Dria: Are... are you sure you wanna do this?

Jerrome: Yes. You get me in control, consider me one of your discount merchants whenever needed.

Thomas: Well you're the first person I've seen who 'wants' this done to them other than myself... but how exactly do you wanna do this?

Jerrome: Well if I remember correctly taking in any blood or fluids from infected individuals makes you infected... So I figure she just gives me a kiss. That way I don't have any nasty infected looking wounds that will give me away.

Dria: Sure... I suppose that's sound logic... here goes *She goes over and gives him a quick kiss, making sure to transfer a bit of saliva. Jerrome drinks a bit of something from a flask afterword*

Thomas: Why the hell do you have water if you don't need it this sim to survive...

Jerrome: Never know when you'll need to rinse your hands of something particularly nasty.

Thomas: True...

Jerrome: Now we play the waiting game... Tell me Dria... *he looks over to her* whats the first thing I should be feeling?

Dria: Within the first ten minutes, you will feel nauseous... A slight headache when the virus starts dispersing to the brain. Then your vision will go blurry and you wont know whats going on as the light amplifies, this is the part where you'll need to concentrate and stay with us... if we loose you there, we're gonna have to start the process over again after a round to the head and a convert dose... The hard part is not getting there. It's staying in control when you get there.

Jerrome: Yes, yes I feel the nausea, excuse me *He runs for a container in the back and pukes into it, more bile than should be humanly possible*

Thomas*: So when the whole blind rage thing kicks in that you merely described as blurred loss of awareness.

Dria*: That's how it was for me at least... You took a bit of persuading, a sharp bit of yelling and such... a smack to the face. then You behaved once we got you doing something you comfortable with... fighting...

*Jerrome comes back over with a bucket in hand*

Jerrome: I think the headaches have started early *He clutches his temple with his left hand* could you get me a chair from over there?

*Thomas gets him a chair, and Jerrome sits down in it. After about 5 more minutes of silence Jerrome pukes again without a word. The next time he opens his eyes they see that the color has somewhat faded*

Dria: I need you to tell me how many fingers I'm holding up...

*Dria holds up 2 fingers, Jerrome Holds up 2 another fingers with a weak smile... It's now about an hour in and they are trying to keep Jerrome talking and thinking*

Dria: -So tell me what happened next to your small group

Jerrome: We all simultaneously broke out carbines and star... started to wipe the undead out, slowly at first but eventually we were taking on a four digit horde... at... at least six-thousand... we made it back to Vegas ... and it was just fine, such a haul being able to find three whole shipping crates of convert. We made like kings, each of us getting about ten thousand rounds in mags... I have it sitting in the bank if I'm ever back in town again.

*He laughs for a moment then stops abruptly as he needs to vomit again*

Thomas: That's some good ammo, Never a matter of searching for more... just going back and getting it.

Jerrome: Yeah, I did for a bit, just me and a Tar 21 Israeli assault carbine shooting The bugger's heads in... But then I found cosmetic modding about nine months ago, and you know what, I'm still raking in money on the side... Of course I use matter conversion mods so I don't get detected by moderators and such. But still, when this is all over, consider me your personal tailors, if this works that is.

Dria: Good *she checks her watch and it shows that its been a total of 2 hours into infection* just another two hours.

Dria*: He sure as hell talks more than you did

Thomas*: Yeah... sorry?

Dria*: It's alright... you aren't very talkative to begin with

Thomas*: Hey...

Dria*: What! I'm just saying the truth...

*Time passes and they try to keep him talking and focusing but by hour three things are getting difficult*

Dria: Come on Jerrome, stay with me, its just about another hour before its about complete.

*Jerrome grumbles, then growls softly. Dria puts a hand on his shoulder, Jerrome twitches to eye the hand, then Grabs onto it and goes slowly for a bite, his mouth open wide and his eyes wild*

Dria: Don't You Dare Think Of Eating My Flesh Jerrome!

*He recoils when he is yelled at and sits back in the chair, rocking slowly back and forth*

Dria: Good

Thomas: I'm gonna go for a bit, need to grab a bite to eat, You got this?

Dria: I got this...

*Thomas goes limp in the chair he's in, more time passes and by about four hours in Jerrome is silently immobile in his chair, taking a single breath once every 8 seconds*

April 14th 2059 – 8:53 PM

Dria: Can you hear me Jerrome?

Jerrome: I *a long drawn out 5 second pause* can...

Dria: Good. Now I need you to stand up as strait as possible

*Jerrome stands up from his chair slowly, but his posture is descended, a slight bit of a shamble.*

Dria: Now start walking.

*Jerrome begins pacing slowly, but carefully, seeming to loose his sense of balance at times but he walks around, then progresses to a jog, then to a run, then to a full out sprint*

Jerrome: I don't even feel tired or winded! This is great!

Dria: Are you sure, cause this next part is going to hurt you a bit. *She sights up her M93R on him*

Jerrome: What?... wait no! *Dria fires a 9mm shot into the top of his left arm near the shoulder, he looks at the wound, then at Dria and the gun then screams and runs flat out towards her at a sprint*

Dria*: YOU HARM ME I DISEMBOUL YOU AND PLAY YOUR INTESTINES LIKE A HARP! YOU HEAR ME? A HARP MOTHER F*CKER! A HARP!

*Jerrome instantly stops in his tracks and Cringes away at Dria's harsh yelling, then trips backwards and lands on his back. He gets up slowly and shakily when she stops yelling*

Jerrome: That was necessary... having to deal with bullets... shoot me again.

*She pegs him in the same general area and he only just starts growling and his hands tense up and he goes crazy looking, but he doesn't give in. This rage persists for about 15 seconds, then subsides. Dria continues giving him control drills for the next in game hour, then Thomas returns*

April 14th 2059 – 10:02 PM

Thomas: Sorry I took a bit of time, I just needed some time to eat...

Dria: Good for you, Jerrome is making decent process.

Jerrome: I... feel... Like... my body... wants to strangle... my mind

Thomas: It'll be like that for the first week or so.

Jerrome: Week?... ballocks.

Dria: Trust me, it's the hardest part... And I didn't learn control the same way Thomas did... I just happened to be the unlucky person who ended up getting infected on and off. After the first week, you'll get more and more in control of the zombie body.

Jerrome: Right then... So what's this about the talking without saying anything hmm?

Dria*: You mean This? I just have to focus on whom I'm sending my thoughts to and it happens, so long as they're infected

Thomas*: I just imagine that I'm whispering to them across the wind, and only they can hear me, and it works.

*Jerrome wrenches his eyes shut for a moment*

Jerrome*:Testing... one two three... *He opens one eye quizzically* so this is working?

Thomas*: Just don't think about everyone, otherwise AI pukes and other player zombies will hear you. That's a bad sign.

Dria*: So if you don't mind, where can we find your various wares in this room?

Jerrome*: Far wall near the stairs, on the left I've got armoring of all types, then I have cosmetic clothing, and a modifying coding device that allows me to mod the two together to make some of the finest pieces of armor available. And if you like once I have this body more under control I can do any plastic surgery you might need done on your in game avatar.

Dria*: I'll pass on the mods to my Avatar, but do you happen to have any combat skins?

Jerrome*: I have some... but to be honest I think moderators would catch you with them in a heartbeat.

Thomas*: What about lightweight combat armor

Jerrome*: I well... when I was saying I could get you free stuff, I meant like different clothes... I can't exactly give my stuff away mate.

Thomas*: It was worth a try... We'll be here in the morning to help you out and check in on you... You have any other sim's you play?

Jerrome*: Not really...

Dria*: Then we'll help you whenever you have clients... that and it's going to be a week of you being out of commission. You just make us up to be like humans and we can run your place via metal directions.

Jerrome*: Yes... come back on tomorrow and I'll tell you if I have clients... Alright?

Thomas*: See you tomorrow then Jerrome

*Thomas and Dria both pull up chairs and log out. The pair of them check up on Jerrome over the next couple days whilst playing the new and improved Frag fest... Enjoying the new weaponry, gameplay, and maps available for use*

Thomas: Got a bastards at twelve! *He puts the U Drum Magazine on the back of the SKAS-21 and begins to cycle a triple shot with the second trigger*

Dria: Suppressing! *She unloads in the direction of the machinegunner, clipping him and screwing up his aim just enough with dual MD24 hanguns so that Thomas is able to unload that triple shell into his direction, obliterating him. But as the Machine gunner begins to crumple, a rogue shotgunner charges around the corner with a double barreled snapped to her eye, squeezing the trigger off at a sidestepping Thomas, who absorbs maybe half of the shot, but rebounds with a single SKAS-21 shot to the head. The shotgunner crumples as Dria moves closer to hold a G28 Aerosol Healing grenade in one hand and an MD24 in the other while they charge round the corner, guns basing. More of this kind of fast and frantic action happens, mean while checking in with Jerrome every few hours, seeing him marginally increase as the days go by, and by the end of the first week, he's able to do everything a normal player would, but not without a draw back. He cannot see blood for long without wanting to consume flesh*

April 21st 2059 – 7:03 AM

Jerrome(speaking rather quickly, yet still coherently: Whenever I see blood I just want to drink it, I see raw flesh I just want to bite it in this sim... Damn its so frustrating! I can't manage to kill any zombies without having this intense urge to just savage the remains. G*d Damn This body is rebelling...

Thomas: Maybe that's what we need him to do... You could come with us, we were originally hunting down player humans in order to kill them. I think its time we strike again.

Jerrome: Wait a second... so you were the guys who Raped that poor Asian girl about a little over a week ago?

Thomas: Who said anything about Rape? Dria just bit her jugular and ate her neck flesh a bit.

Dria: Tender... *She closes her eyes, seeming to reminisce* Very tender.

Jerrome: So you guys are still able to maintain control whilst embracing you zombie side a bit? Dark... useful... The whole increased muscle strength and the bullet resistance is so bloody useful. *He goes over to the right wall and gets a bit of makeup* we're going to need this, it's special stuff that only comes off with the wearer's saliva, unlike the cheap makeup I used earlier, so it wont wash off in a freak rainstorm or a decontamination shower. Just let me apply it to you two, them myself and we'll be off. *After about 5 minutes of Makeup to the face and arms, they look human, especially after putting in the contact lenses, which Thomas and Dria don't even feel. Upon getting out of the cop car they hear gunfire*

Jerrome: So should we split up and flank the poor sods?

Thomas: No, zombies don't go for us so we need to be rushing in close to the group in order to help them, then we destroy them. Humanely if possible

Dria: Humane? *She Laughs Once... They move as a group to the end of the block where they round the corner to see the flood of undead closing in on a small group. The three of them begin firing full auto into the onslaught, two of the 4 members of the group they are trying to save are incapacitated and are unloading with sidearms. Thomas, Dria, and Jerrome arrive holding the Zeds off, though Jerrome is fidgeting about between bursts of his Assault rifle. The three provide needed support, one of the standing group members looks over his should to see them*

?: Well hell, thanks guys, we though we were about done for!

Thomas: This isn't over yet, keep firing!

*The rush lasts particularly long, and it has to be the quad digits, but when the last one dies with a slash to the neck by a combat knife that the first guy they talked to produced, everyone eases up as they reload their weaponry*

?: Again, thanks, my names is Darrel *He extends his hand to Thomas* we'da a' been done for.

*Thomas shakes Darrel's hand, but doesn't let go*

Thomas*: You guys ready?

Dria and Jerrome in unison*: Ready

Thomas*: You take the two downed ones and the girl, I'm going for our friend Darrel here

Thomas: I'm Thomas... *Thomas whips his automatic Revolver out of his holster and has it up against Darrel's forehead a moment later. A three round burst is fired through Darrel's Skull, causing a particularly nasty looking hole to form. The body sinks to the ground*

?2(the girl: What The F*ck Man *She reaches for her holster but Dria shoots the gun out of her hand. Dria Closes on the now disarmed Girl and Cleanly Slices the girl's Throat with a backhanded strike from her Kukuri in her right hand. Jerrome Loses control completely and begins savaging One of Darrel's arms, taking bite after bloody bite... Dria begins drinking the freshly seeping blood from the neck slash of the girl and Thomas moves over to finish off a hurriedly reloading pair on incapacitated players. He Aims his Magnum at the first and drags it across him as it expels .44 magnum rounds with intense recoil. He adjusts the aim as he keeps his finger on the trigger to encompass the second person.

After the two stop moving Thomas goes over to Dria who is still drinking the blood of the girl she just killed*

Thomas: Do I need to slap you to get you stop that?

*Dria looks up slowly from whats she's doing, blood down her front and covering her mouth*

Dria: Nope, this blood it's... it's euphoric. Just give it a taste, while it's still warm

*She wipes her mouth on her wrist and gets up from the body... Thomas is initially hesitant, but takes a small sip from the seeping wound, and is surprised to find other tastes mingled in with the obvious metallic taste of blood... He drinks a bit more and then stops as he shakes him self slightly before looking confused*

Thomas: I thought we were zombies... not Vampires..

*Thomas and Dria begin to laugh a bit*

Dria: Who'd a' known that zombies like the blood as well as the flesh of the living... *She looks over to Jerrome who has gotten to the bone on arm he began to eat. She goes over to Jerrome and decks him across the face with the but of her pistol. Once, twice, three times, and after the fourth, he begins shaking his head and holding his bloodstained hands up to make sure she stops hitting him.*

Jerrome: That stuff is amazing... but I just, I just couldn't stop... chewing and chewing and chewing...

Thomas: It's okay... you've been quite a help. Don't over stimulate yourself, otherwise your control will go to pot, and we wont be there to punch you back to sanity.

Jerrome: Indeed, thank you *He extends a blood soaked hand, but then realizing it's bloods soaked, retracts it* never mind. I wish you two luck.

Dria: Take care... oh, and before you go, could we get a bit of that makeup that makes our skin look okay?

Jerrome: Certainly, I'll be back with a jar, and some blood removers for your clothes and faces.

*He returns out of the cop car after about 10 minutes with the items*

Dria: Thanks, we'll be back this way sometime, but as for now we seem to have some homicidal attacks to do.

*Dria quickly gets out a sheet of paper and dabs a bit of blood on the bottom of the paper as she writes:

"Another quadruple murder by Salcome and Daeton"

She places the paper on the back of a dead Darrel and they leave down the street after they remove the blood from their skin and clothing with the applicators. They keep walking farther away from Vegas and are reaching the 8 miles away mark-*

Thomas: What do we do if someone sees us in the act?

Dria: Hmmm *A pause in which she cocks her head to the side* We kill them too.

*They keep going for another few minutes until they see a group of three going along the cross street they are on, they give Thomas and Dria an odd look. Thomas and Dria start walking towards them, following them. They follow for a minute or two, about 40 paces behind the group of three, until one of them turns around, a petite woman in the back.*

?1(the "petite" woman, maybe only feet: Why are you following us.

Thomas: Safety in numbers... I figure my odds of survival go up if me and my partner here stick with you three in case a horde gets spawned near by or something.

*The short woman contemplates this for a moment*

?1: When was the last time you were in Vegas?

Thomas*: Sh*t, what should I say, recent, or long time ago

Dria*: Tell the altered truth

Thomas: It's been about a month since I've last set foot in there, we've been collecting ammo as we go and helping people out along our way. We like to nail up boards and take shifts for when we log out...

?1: So you're some f*ckin role players?

Dria: We used to, old habits and survival methods just die hard.

?2(a blonde guy in the back wearing sun glasses: So you haven't heard that two of Shine's agents are around in this area?

Dria: We heard that from another group just a bit back

?1: Why didn't you stay with that other group?

Thomas: They started heading back, and we didn't wanna go.

?3(a tall lanky guy with dark hair: So lemmie get this strait, you guys 'like' having to take turns on watch, and stay outside of Vegas... Now that's the biggest amount a bulsh*t I've heard all day *He quickly whips out his revolver from his side holster and aims it directly at Dria, who has also aimed her M93Rs at two of the other group members, and Thomas has drawn his G36c. Everyone has guns trained on the others.*

Dria: I'm sure theirs a peaceful way to resolve this...

?1: I know there is... Tell us your names.

Dria: Dria

Thomas: Thomas

*She works with an earpice for a moment, then fiddles with a smart phone. Thomas notices one of the wrist mounted scanners on her wrist*

Thomas*: You see the scanner?

Dria*: Yep. Moderators.

?1: This is Catherine, can I get a link to the player directory *A beat* thanks. *She starts tabbing through things on the smart phone with one finger* what did you say your name was?

Thomas: Thomas

Catherine: I need a last name bud. I already know your first name.

Thomas*: Sh*t-

Thomas: -Thomas Daeton.

*She works with the smart phone for a moment*

Catherine: Now there's fifty fifty chance your infected or human, and since neither of the two Thomas Daeton's that have their character names in the system have photos submitted, I can't be certain, but you on the other hand... Dria was it? Whats your last name...

Dria*: Should I tell her?-

Thomas*: -I'll be able to take her and the one kinda behind her, if you can get the other two then we'll be fine.-

Dria: -Dria Salcome.

*Catherine tabs with the smartphone for another moment in the opposite direction... then smiles slowly*

Catherine: I just absolutely love people with unique names, because I can track them soooo easily it's not even funny, now either the records haven't updated, which is unlikely, but possible, or You're a Player Infected.

*The other three tighten up in the group instantly*

?3: I knew no one just goes around surviving unless necessary! *He cocks the hammer on his revolver*

Catherine(holding a hand up to stop the guy with the revolver: Calm down Jim... we can do this the logical way...*She turns back to Face Dria* Did you within the last twenty-four hours take Convert to change from Zombie to human? Unlikely... but if so, why the sudden change of heart...

Dria: Well... I missed the control... and plus... I'de just gotten blasted into submission by some plucky survivor who 'magically' decided to turn around.. and with both my arms mangled, I couldn't really stop them from injecting me with convert... So I contacted an old buddy of mine *Motions to Thomas* to cover me and help me get back to Vegas in one piece... We did use to be role players before we went to the west, and before I became infected...

Catherine: Your allegiances... they better still not be to Shine.

Dria: Shine? F*ck that bastard! He only lets people in who are supper serious about torturing people... That's not like me.

*People begin to lower their weapons, including Dria and Thomas. Thomas laughs hysterically with the zombie mind link*

Catherine: Alright then... Lemmie just get a blood sample so I can make sure your telling the truth... If you are, I'll only find trace amounts of virus in it.

Dria*: You better think of something fast to get us outta here, cause as soon as she's done with the blood we're screw'd-

Thomas*: -Take her in a hostage hold-

Dria*: -Then what?-

*Dria Hold's out her arm to be tested*

Thomas*: -We see what that gets us...

Catherine: I only need a drop *She produces a pin and a reader strip*

Dria: Oh *She holds out a finger, and Catherine walks over a pricks it, then reads the blood*

Catherine: Just a moment... *Her face furrows up* what th- *Dria Grabs Catherine and puts her into a hostage hold as well as Thomas snapping his gun up with crazy speed that looks as if it streaked into the shouldered position*

Dria: You guys start firing, you better make it count *Thomas and Dria begin to back away slowly as the other three people have guns trained on the two*

Catherine: I need you to Ban player na- *Dria pistol whips her in the back of the head, the others in the group of Catherine's are aiming trying to get a clear shot while Dria still has an M93R pressed to Catherine's temple as they just move backwards some more.*

Jim: You f*ckin' zeds, always gotta just go and screw things up dontcha... but not today, cause you picked the wrong Moderators to f*ck with...

Thomas: Moderators eh? Well Moderate this! *He fires on full auto at Jim who's revolver fires jaggedly missing Thomas's head as Thomas shifts his aim to the second and third guys and Dria pitches in with a few burst of M93R. When the dust clears, Thomas is hit twice and Catherine has absorbed a round to the lower abdomen and legs and is bleeding. Dria shoves her to the ground*

Thomas: You better tell us something useful, we ain't got all day to chat.

Catherine(Groaning slightly in pain: First off, if I'm your hostage you'll have all manor of hell going after you, and I mean the chaingun brigades... Second of all I'm having your mods processed to able to have you tracked right now... Third, you see the ear piece, I say the word the bounty on your head goes so far up you wouldn't even be able to carry around one percent of the ammo you'd make for killing you two...

Dria: Good *She snatches the smart phone from Catherine and crunches it in her bare hand then takes away the ear piece in less then a second as Catherine tries to stop her with delayed reaction times both of the minor thefts*

Dria: This thing working?

?Ear piece: This is not Catherine... what's happened to her?

Dria: Plans have changed whoever you are... just follow the signal if you dare, and say goodbye to Catherine.

*Dria Points her M93R at Catherine*

?Ear piece: DON'T! Put the pistol down please! Just don't!

Dria: How do you know I have a handgun... *She takes the ear piece off for a moment and sees a camera on it* Cool... Again though, say goodbye to Catherine *She shoots her with a single 9mm through the left eye.*

?Ear Piece: You B*tch... You realize We're gunna hunt you two the f*ck down... There's only one way this ends b*tch! A body bag for you! YOUR HEAR ME! A BODY BAG!

Dria: Follow the signal buddy, good luck catching us *She turns off the earpiece and pockets it*

Thomas: They have our position locked... don't they.

Dria: Yeah... so lets play a bit of cat and mouse with them... give em the good old fashioned mind f*ck.

Thomas: We already are wanted for at least nine, no thirteen murders... you sure you wanna do this...

Dria: This is what we set out to do, and with all the ammo we have, we can easily do it.

Thomas: You know there's only one probable way this ends...

Dria: We get incapacitated and punished for being supposed agents of shine. The worst punishment they can think of is converting you then holding you for a period of time. That's not a problem, we just go get on something else.

Thomas: Lets hope your right. So you wanna make this difficult for them, or difficult for us?

Dria: Them... why the hell would I give them the advantage... Lets head a few more miles out, try and make it a solid ten, that way if the send anything after us its tired out and hopefully low on ammunition.

Thomas: Well... wanna leave our Modus Operandi on their bodies?

Dria: What?

Thomas: Our usual fare that shows that we did it, bite-marks to the throat and a note on the body?

Dria: Oh... lets just leave a note and let me take a swig of the blood. *She writes up a note after takeing a sip of blood simply saying:

"This is the works of Salcome and Daeton"

They leave to get even farther out to about the ten mile mark. They reach it after about an hours travel and start to barricade a decently sized building with scraps they are able to find, and after a full 2 hours work they have the area barricaded and fortified.*

April 21st 2059 – 2:24 PM

*The two are on the rooftops now, surveying their options...*

Thomas: You ready for possibly the craziest fight I've had in a long time?

Dria: Sure... *She breaks out some binoculars and begins scanning the area from the rooftops and mainly back the way they came. Dria sees a Caravan of 4 Humvee jeeps in the distance... she zooms in to the person in the front seat of the first Humvee, he has an earpiece on. Dria motions for Thomas to look. After seeing, he immediately starts fiddling with the scope on his weapon, sighting in on the guy who is about a thousand feet away. He then screws on a silencer and takes aim at the Moderator, carefully adjusting for wind, distance, and drop. He fires a single two round burst at the moderator and after a full second's time the bullets impact the guy in the chest, and Thomas sees the sparks that characterize body armoring. The moderator yells and Begins driving wildly to avoid getting hit. One in the second jeep pops out of the turret hole of the jeep, a sniper rifle out and sighting in. Dria spots one in the back that has a rifle sighted on them, a few muzzle flashes come out of the sniper rifle*

Dria: Sniper! *She ducks and pulls Thomas down behind the lip of the roof as bullets whiz by them, making their nasty hypersonic snapping noises*

Thomas: Thanks.

*They crawl slowly prone to the back exit of the building to go down a floor and look to see that the twenty or so people have closed half of the thousand feet distance to the building, Thomas opens up with a full auto hail of spray from his G36c, nicking The Humvee's armoring but not doing much. Dria goes down a floor and begins throwing some of the frag grenades they have on reserve for emergencies. They land amongst the Jeeps but the armoring seems to deflect the explosive blasts, but one detonates right underneath the last Humvee, making it explode in a plume of gray smoke as two mangled people rush out of the vehicle dragging another few remains with them. The other three Humvees swerve round and the people in the first two begin rushing out of them as five people in third one use it as cover to fire at Thomas from.*

Thomas*: They've gotten in, make sure you take care of them! *He continues firing on the ones bellow as they cower behind the Humvee, blind-firing their various armaments at Thomas to no avail*

Dria*: Got it

*Dria unloads a few more bursts then heads down the stairs to the third floor in one of the choke points they have set up. The 10 that were able to get in burst onto the third floor spreading out while Dria holds position in the choke point*

Dria*: They're on the third floor, I'm gonna need your help. I'm positioned at the choke-point we set up...

Thomas*: Moving *He retreats down the stairs another floor and quietly moves to the choke-point they have set up, positioning himself silently near Dria. The ten become thirteen and are quietly whispering about when one of them comes down the choke-point hallway and Thomas quickly throws a knife at her, getting her in the neck. When she collapses to the ground the encroaching moderators hear it and rush to her body, guns blazing down the hall but not hitting anything.*

?(a female voice: Move slowly, I think they have more traps set up... proceed with caution. *The group begins to move slowly down the hall towards the containers Thomas and Dria are behind*

Dria*: Ready?

*Thomas quietly unholsters his SPAS-12 with solid slugs*

Thomas*: Ready. And... NOW

*They both spring up and begin unloading on the group and are able to down about 5 of them before the others leap to the side rooms And begin blind firing around the corners!

?1(a male voice: HURRY IT UP GRAYSON! WE NEED YOU HERE NOW!

?2(A deeper and nastier sounding voice, farther off. It's Male: I'm coming as fast as this damn thing can go, the frag grenade to the bottom of the jeep damaged my combat skin!

Thomas*: That doesn't sound good *They continue popping up and down from their cover to try and nick people. Thomas is able to off two more of them via bullet penetration through the walls with the solid slug shot. After another minute of this dead locked fighting gunfighting in which people are weaving in and out of cover frantically-*

?1: Finally Grayson! UNLOAD WITH THAT THING!

*A whirring noise begins, and after a moment of realization Thomas grabs Dria and they sprint up the back stairs as quick as they can as a moment later chaingun fire blasts away a ten foot by ten foot hole through the rest of the walls on the floor After a few seconds of firing. Thomas and Dria take up positions in the stairwell, shooting suppressive fire into the door way bellow*

?: Forty going out! *A thunk noise resonates for just a moment and a 40mm grenade strikes just ten feet away from Thomas. The shrapnel kicked up from the blasts gets into his legs and he grits his teeth as he tries to move his legs*

Thomas*: Can't move my legs, need some help here!

*Dria moves down with one hand firing the M93R and the other grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and dragging him up the stairs as Thomas unloads his carbine at the door. The group begins to advance with the chain gunner leading the way. With a Desert eagle out he pops round the corner and fires a small automatic burst at them, grazing Dria's lower leg as they go round the corner up the stairs. The Juggernaut lumbers slowly up the stairs, reloading the clip of desert eagle in his offhand. Dria undoes the pin on another frag grenade and keeps dragging Thomas up the stairs a bit more before hurling it down the steps. It clinks three times off of various surfaces before it explodes, sending debris and shrapnel every which way. The Juggernaut is stunned slightly by the grenade going off in his face. Dria drags Thomas to the roof story and lays him facing the doorway entrance, then she takes up position behind the open door*

Dria*: I'll go for the neck to make sure he dies, I have this handy *She produces her Kukuri and has it at the ready*

Thomas*: Alright, but please act fast, I don't wanna die by the hand of 'this' asshole...