"What? Zombies are fun! It doesn't count as murder!" Viper leaps into the melee, a grin on her face.
"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 seem to hear it as she dances in the melee with glee.
"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."
Violet flew towards Jackson. Her birds followed. She landed next to him. "Move!" She snapped. She laid her hands on one of the zombies. A purple flash and half the zombies lay dead.
Viper falls back towards Jackson and Violet, keeping the zombies at bay.
"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 run," she suggests unhelpfully as she slices through another zombie.
"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 rolls her eyes and fends the zombies off around them. "Just shoot at them!"
"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."
"Why didn't you just say so?" She pulls a magazine out of her pocket and hands it to him. "Those should work."
"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."
"Well then get the right gun, it's all I can get easily!"
"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."
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman
