Puppies and kittens.

[ warren, for some reason, liked to soften it up with cuter terminology. there were plenty of different names that floated too before there were just so goddamn many, shortening it as much as possible seemed the most logical approach, considering how many times they’d had to deal on a regular basis. hence, z’s.

but she’s struggling to get a count here, and somehow it feels like there’s more of them than there had been when she began running from them in the first place. but she catches another one with a sharp edge of her whacker, black blood smearing all over her boots when she pulls it out. ]

If it helps, think of it like a game. Where you got one life. Sorta.

[ if coming back as a z counts as still having a life. most people wouldn’t think so.

but he’s right. he’s gonna need something to defend himself too. her hand roams over her jeans, patting her pockets until she feels something bulging at the back, plucking out a pocket knife. the blade for it isn’t any longer than an average kitchen knife, but it’ll do.

she holds it out to him. ] All you gotta do is pierce the head. Flesh is sensitive enough for it to go right through. Just don’t let them bite you.