[Trevor decides to not mention he doesn't know what the fuck a 'car' is.]
So I read what Maggie wrote about you. I'm gonna give you my cabin key and make the Admiral put in a special shower like hers. I don't use my cabin at all, so that's yours whenever you want it.
[There's a pause while Shaun processes that. He doesn't have a lot of faith in human nature, and a temp warden doing something helpful for him just kind of blows his mind a little.]
Uh.
Thanks.
I wouldn't say no to a lifetime supply of coke--the soda, not the opiate--but barring that, a shower is pretty damn sweet.
I...don't know what that is. But I was thinking along the lines of weaponry, healing packs, food supply...? If 'coke' is food, you might need to show me how to make it.
This might be a bad time to remind everyone that I'm from the year 1476. We don't have pistols. But you can kill plenty of zombies without them; I've done it.
Pistols are faster and easier to carry than a crossbow--which I've also used, but it doesn't fit into a holster.
[He makes a disgusted noise.] No. But also yes. My sister couldn't get through the day without mainlining coke, and she's dead, but I'm not, so here we are.
Really? Because I've fired a pistol a few times before in ports here and they jam like you wouldn't believe. Zombies are faster to kill with a sword or a whip, or fire if you can contain it.
Flamethrowers are definitely cool, and I've done that a time or two, but swords are considered a pretty bad idea where I'm from. They might be fast, but they're also a good way to get covered in blood... and from there get quickly dead and zombied yourself.
[When Shaun turns up at the Enclosure, he pauses briefly at the sight of the dog. A few months of life on the Barge has acclimated him to being around other people's pets, but he is never going to be a dog person.
Please don't shoot my dog. She smells but I adore her. Raised her from a puppy here.
[He unfurls his whips, stretching his arms out. There's two of them; for zombies, Trevor debates whether he wants to use Vampire Killer - blessed and holy but made of leather - or the Morning Star - a long length of chain that ends in a fierce-looking diamond of iron the size of his two fists. Definitely kill, possibly overkill.
The Enclosure drops them into an old training ground. There's a single, shambling zombie on the other end of the place, who is starting to make noise and come towards them]
Zombies are rare where I come from. Usually it’s vampires or werewolves or goblins. But the ones we do have are in packs of about six to fifteen.
[Says Trevor, who uses his body to propel the whip harder and faster than his arm reasonably could. It takes off, fire inexplicably breathing after it, and the zombie’s head goes rolling into the dirt. The body remains where it is, then explodes]
Wanted to let you get a good look at the weaponry first.
[Shaun stares for a moment. Trevor's zombies explode?? There is something karmically unfair about the fact that Shaun was born into a world where the only things zombies do are bleed and puke and spit.]
[If you start trying to use a fucking flail to kill zombies, I'm going to kick your ass.]
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You found him. You're the new guy, huh?
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Anyway, hi.
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[Trevor decides to not mention he doesn't know what the fuck a 'car' is.]
So I read what Maggie wrote about you. I'm gonna give you my cabin key and make the Admiral put in a special shower like hers. I don't use my cabin at all, so that's yours whenever you want it.
Anything I'm missing?
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Uh.
Thanks.
I wouldn't say no to a lifetime supply of coke--the soda, not the opiate--but barring that, a shower is pretty damn sweet.
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Uh. I wouldn't say no to a .40--which is a pistol. I'm used to having one in case of a zombie outbreak, and not having one makes me twitchy.
But yeah--coke is a food. Well, actually a drink. It's soda. Disgusting fizzy sugar water.
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You...want a drink that's disgusting water.
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[He makes a disgusted noise.] No. But also yes. My sister couldn't get through the day without mainlining coke, and she's dead, but I'm not, so here we are.
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Mmn. Sorry to hear. I'll ask around.
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Flamethrowers are definitely cool, and I've done that a time or two, but swords are considered a pretty bad idea where I'm from. They might be fast, but they're also a good way to get covered in blood... and from there get quickly dead and zombied yourself.
How do you even use a whip to kill a zombie?
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Do you want to see how to kill a zombie with a whip?
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[Trevor waves, and signs off. He'll be hanging around the door to the Enclosure, a whip and Lucy the English hound by his side]
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He turns his attention back to Trevor.]
Hey.
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Stay.
[He gives a friendly sort of nod to Shaun, pushing the door open. Lucy doesn't follow, preferring to sit outside the door and fart a lot]
Sorry. She's clingy every time there's a port.
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No problem, and it's nothing personal. I'm not really comfortable around most mammals unless I have a gun handy.
[Does that include humans?
Yes.]
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[He unfurls his whips, stretching his arms out. There's two of them; for zombies, Trevor debates whether he wants to use Vampire Killer - blessed and holy but made of leather - or the Morning Star - a long length of chain that ends in a fierce-looking diamond of iron the size of his two fists. Definitely kill, possibly overkill.
The Enclosure drops them into an old training ground. There's a single, shambling zombie on the other end of the place, who is starting to make noise and come towards them]
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[And then he sees what Trevor is working with and he whistles.]
What the Lord of the Rings bullshit is that?
[Does he sound impressed? He's definitely impressed.]
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[He gives a warm, soft grin, wrapping the Morning Star around his arm one-handed and drawing his sword with the other]
Something pretty special.
Stand back;
[Trevor takes about twenty paces to the left, and gives a whistle to call the zombie's attention to him.]
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You guys get a lot of solo zombies, or do they mob?
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[Says Trevor, who uses his body to propel the whip harder and faster than his arm reasonably could. It takes off, fire inexplicably breathing after it, and the zombie’s head goes rolling into the dirt. The body remains where it is, then explodes]
Wanted to let you get a good look at the weaponry first.
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[If you start trying to use a fucking flail to kill zombies, I'm going to kick your ass.]
Might be a challenge, considering you're dead.
[And I'm not ready for you to join me, asshole.]
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