Tucker's zombie plan never included anything even remotely like this, not rabid robot masses while trying to defend a place rather than just leaving and heading towards a farmhouse in the country. The bonus? He was surprisingly good at adapting and improvising, and even better at getting annoyed and just breaking shit. Sometimes if he was lucky, the shit included zombies.
The glowing sword was taking a backseat (or hip, in this case) to the gun in his hand; the distance was important, and he wasn't about to risk getting infected, not with how that shit looked. This face? Too good-looking for that. Catching sight of the living book cover model for one of Simmon's DM guides, he made his way up to her while still actively trying to take out the ones coming behind those buildings, sound from each shot loud, echoing.
"Look, we all know you're a badass, but you don't need to rub it in our faces." Because magic? Fucking sweet. He was so asking her to put Grif in a box and saw him in half the next time they weren't killing zombies. Or, you know, maybe while they were still killing zombies. "Take a breather. I'll cover you."
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Tucker's zombie plan never included anything even remotely like this, not rabid robot masses while trying to defend a place rather than just leaving and heading towards a farmhouse in the country. The bonus? He was surprisingly good at adapting and improvising, and even better at getting annoyed and just breaking shit. Sometimes if he was lucky, the shit included zombies.
The glowing sword was taking a backseat (or hip, in this case) to the gun in his hand; the distance was important, and he wasn't about to risk getting infected, not with how that shit looked. This face? Too good-looking for that. Catching sight of the living book cover model for one of Simmon's DM guides, he made his way up to her while still actively trying to take out the ones coming behind those buildings, sound from each shot loud, echoing.
"Look, we all know you're a badass, but you don't need to rub it in our faces." Because magic? Fucking sweet. He was so asking her to put Grif in a box and saw him in half the next time they weren't killing zombies. Or, you know, maybe while they were still killing zombies. "Take a breather. I'll cover you."