"Not my problem! Fix it!" she kicks a zombie back.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Then die," she suggests, and stabs it through the face.
((Isn't she charming. I apologize for my character))
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Smooth," Viper chimes and impales another undead.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She doesn't answer; instead, a silver knife lands about an inch from his toe.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Ripping, isn't it?" she kicks one to the ground and stabs it through the eye.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Will you stop that?! The bright flashing light is so rude! Jesus!"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
