"Nice to meet you," JACKSON said, hoping that VIOLET didn't notice that he/she/they is transgender. "Do you know who she is?" JACKSON points to THE WOMAN.
"Well, that was exciting," Viper grins a bit maniacally as the last zombie falls.
"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."
"So? Now they're not. Now they're double dead. Does it count as killing if they're already dead? Can I be charged for murder with this? I don't think so," she rambles.
"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."
"Where I come from, if you kill any living creature, even if it is undead, you are charged," JACKSON snaps. "Let the army take care of it. And besides, they might just rise up again."
At the flash of light, JACKSON'S head snaps up. "What the hell was that?"
"Ow," Viper winces at the light. "That's not nice. And who needs the army? We've got guns and things. By the by, I'm Viper."
"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."
"My father." Violet reluctantly muttered. She was a little wary about letting these people know who she was, but she didn't want to lie either. "Nice to meet you Viper. I'm Violet."
"Pleasure to meet ya, Vivi." She cracks her neck and slips her daggers back into their sheaths.
"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."
"Nice to meet you VIPER," JACKSON answers. "I'm JACKSON. We need the army because they've got the good guns and things. We're only allowed hand guns and the occasional TY8-46.
She scoffs. "Who follows those rules, anyways? I've got so many rifles its not even funny. And yeah, who is yer father, Vivi?"
"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."
"My town," JACKSON shoots back. "And I can report you, ya know." He hopes that VIPER doesn't notice that his gun is not, in fact, a TY8-46. It's cleverly disguised, however, so there really isn't anything he needed to worry about. "And Vivi?"
I think that was when I began to realize that reputation isn't everything. I should focus less about how others perceive me and more about what makes me happy. Because, in the end, I have to live with myself. — Seraphina
