[ He's not expecting thanks. He made the decision in a split-second; there was no threat to his life at her expense, nor was it a ploy aimed at tit-for-tat. (BK201? Saving a life instead of extinguishing it? No one would believe you.) He lets her cough, half-expecting her to start retching. The smell has a way of sealing itself into the mind; he already knows he'll be avoiding meat for a few days, and burning incense at his flat to chase off the odors in the air. ]
[ He looks past her, mind and body on red alert. Scanning the area for new or rejuvenated zombies, ]
Target practicing.
[ Fact. The zombies are unnerving, but useful for honing old skills. ]
Action;
[ He looks past her, mind and body on red alert. Scanning the area for new or rejuvenated zombies, ]
Target practicing.
[ Fact. The zombies are unnerving, but useful for honing old skills. ]