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Klaus realised that, having immersed himself in his own thoughts, he had neglected to give a proper answer, which was beginning to slightly annoy his would-be companion. Ironically, since her next sentence annoyed him. She had said they had good defenses - a laughable statement, especially considering the zombie horde, which as probably already converging on the door at the back as they spoke. The Pentagon probably had good defenses, a military bunker probably had good defenses, but he wasn't willing to trust his life on the walls of either, since he knew firsthand how extraordinary the abilities and endurance of the human body are, once the threat of pain and damage is ignored. He certainly wouldn't stay in this place, let alone sleep! The very notion of sleeping in close quarters looked to him like an invitation to a feast, with himself being the main course. The only good think from all of WeiWei's blabbing was her apparent distrust in him - it was quite smart not to trust random strangers, especially during a zombie apocalypse. Following the same train of thoughts, he suddenly realised that her still standing rather close to him, which was certainly not unpleasant, was because she didn't want to leave herself exposed to his handgun, while he was out of range of her sword. "Smart girl.." he couldn't help but smile. Of course, that toy wouldn't help her much if I decided to kill her, but it was certainly a gesture, that commanded respect.
"Wait, stay inside what?!" he thought to himself, trying to remember the weird name she had mentioned... at which point he saw the van, parked on the other side of the parking lot, with the same letters printed on it. The... thing, which could barely be called a van for all it's add-ons almost dropped his jaw. She was travelling with that... thing?! Klaus almost cried in frustration, as he had now begin to realise that WeiWei's choice of attire and that... caravan thing, in which he could bet she also lived, were not just random stuff, acquired recently, just like his boots, but rather her conscious choices made in the "previous" life, before the world went to hell. Moreover, her giving them names signaled her actually placing an emotional attachment to them. He was certain she'd probably also named that sword of hers. "My luck strikes again - I am surrounded by zombies and the only ally I have is some sort of an overgrown homeless geek." Only his long year practice prevented him from rolling his eyes and exhaling in frustration. All the respect he had build up so far suddenly evaporated into thin air - that rampantly growing cast of non-contributing, self-sustaining idiots that he had heard of, from time to time, during his stay in America was probably the lowest a human could be in terms of value, closely followed by the equally frustrating eco-activists and anti-gun protesters. And while he had though all such morons would surely perish in an apocalypse scenario, he was faced with a proof of the otherwise.
"Look, love" he said in business-like manner, the same still facial expression he would use when was speaking to the board of Mikaelson Arms Expo - "I appreciate the hospitality, but we are by no means safe here. I'm sorry to bring it on you, but this is not some... fantasy... rolepay or apocalypse-survival game, this is the real world." Klaus obviously had no idea of what those kind of people were into, so he needed small pauses to find the words for the end of the sentence, before continuing his instructions unhinged " And in the real world, we move. Those zombies will, and I can't emphasize this enough, will, not can, be breaking through that door soon enough. So..." he took a deep breath "Take what supplies you think would be useful and let's move out. Don't take too much, though, you need to stay light on your feet. We'll be grabbing food from the shops over the streets as we move. I came from the garage and know how we can sneak though the... things, without much fighting." he saw what seemed like a surprise written over her face and added, carelessly "Oh, and uhm, please forget about the booze and the weed that you have stashed there, will you? We need to always remain vigilant, if we are to get out alive."
"Wait, stay inside what?!" he thought to himself, trying to remember the weird name she had mentioned... at which point he saw the van, parked on the other side of the parking lot, with the same letters printed on it. The... thing, which could barely be called a van for all it's add-ons almost dropped his jaw. She was travelling with that... thing?! Klaus almost cried in frustration, as he had now begin to realise that WeiWei's choice of attire and that... caravan thing, in which he could bet she also lived, were not just random stuff, acquired recently, just like his boots, but rather her conscious choices made in the "previous" life, before the world went to hell. Moreover, her giving them names signaled her actually placing an emotional attachment to them. He was certain she'd probably also named that sword of hers. "My luck strikes again - I am surrounded by zombies and the only ally I have is some sort of an overgrown homeless geek." Only his long year practice prevented him from rolling his eyes and exhaling in frustration. All the respect he had build up so far suddenly evaporated into thin air - that rampantly growing cast of non-contributing, self-sustaining idiots that he had heard of, from time to time, during his stay in America was probably the lowest a human could be in terms of value, closely followed by the equally frustrating eco-activists and anti-gun protesters. And while he had though all such morons would surely perish in an apocalypse scenario, he was faced with a proof of the otherwise.
"Look, love" he said in business-like manner, the same still facial expression he would use when was speaking to the board of Mikaelson Arms Expo - "I appreciate the hospitality, but we are by no means safe here. I'm sorry to bring it on you, but this is not some... fantasy... rolepay or apocalypse-survival game, this is the real world." Klaus obviously had no idea of what those kind of people were into, so he needed small pauses to find the words for the end of the sentence, before continuing his instructions unhinged " And in the real world, we move. Those zombies will, and I can't emphasize this enough, will, not can, be breaking through that door soon enough. So..." he took a deep breath "Take what supplies you think would be useful and let's move out. Don't take too much, though, you need to stay light on your feet. We'll be grabbing food from the shops over the streets as we move. I came from the garage and know how we can sneak though the... things, without much fighting." he saw what seemed like a surprise written over her face and added, carelessly "Oh, and uhm, please forget about the booze and the weed that you have stashed there, will you? We need to always remain vigilant, if we are to get out alive."
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