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Hans: “Don’t make any noise. They will hear us.”
Grey: “So? They are slow and dumb. Our machetes can split their heads into half.”
Hans: “There are hordes. It never hurts to be careful.”
Grey: “You’re just being para–”
Hans: “LOOK OUT!”
Grey: “Aim for the head!”
Hans: “There are too many of them!”
Grey: “The gym behind you! Quick!”
Hans: “Over here!”
Grey: “Push the shelf!”
Hans: “It should keep them out…”
Grey: “Keep us in too.”
Hans: “What about the slow and dumb?”
Grey: “Shut up. If only I had guns.”
Hans: “There should be another exit.”
Grey: “Yea, two exits for a gym toilet.”
Hans: “You just can’t stop being ‘talkative’, huh?”
Grey: “If you stop acting like the boss.”
Hans: “I admire his leadership, and what’s wrong with that?”
Grey: “What’s wrong with my annoyance?”
Hans: “Just… find an exit, we still need to look for food.”
Grey: “I’m pretty sure there are food for seven in a mall full of dead, plus they don’t need the food.”
Hans: “But we are their food, and night is coming.”
Grey: “Your grandfather would be ashamed of us. Skilled hunters become prey. How ironic is that?”
Hans: “He taught us hunting, not killing the dead.”
Grey: “… should have trained us in the dark.”
Hans: “Just don’t hunt in the dark.”
Grey: “Hah, you sound just like him! … Who would have thought dead can ever comeback to–”
Hans: “Found it! Here’s the second exit!”
Grey: “Vent? Can it even support our weight?”
Hans: “Or you want to stay here and wait for a rescue? A friendly reminder, this world doesn’t belong to us anymore.”
Grey: “…I know. Just… everything went down too fast… feel like it was just yest–”
Hans: “Shhhh! Lower your voice. Just find the food and head back to the camp.”
Grey: “Whatever.”
Hans: “Don’t make any noise. They will hear us.”
Grey: “So? They are slow and dumb. Our machetes can split their heads into half.”
Hans: “Can’t kill hordes. Nothing wrong with careful.”
Grey: “Paranoi–”
Hans: “LOOK OUT!”
Grey: “The head!”
Hans: “There are too many of them!”
Grey: “The gym behind you! Quick!”
Hans: “Over here!”
Grey: “Push the shelf!”
Hans: “It should keep them out…”
Grey: “Keep us in too.”
Hans: “What about slow and dumb?”
Grey: “Shut up. If only I had guns.”
Hans: “There should be another exit.”
Grey: “Yea, two exits for a gym toilet.”
Hans: “You just can’t stop being ‘talkative’, huh?”
Grey: “If you stop acting like the boss.”
Hans: “What’s wrong with that?”
Grey: “What’s wrong with my annoyance?”
Hans: “Just… find an exit, we still need to look for food.”
Grey: “Or just starve to death. C’mon, I’m pretty sure there are food for seven in a mall full of dead.”
Hans: “But we are their food, and night is coming.”
Grey: “Skilled hunters become prey. How ironic is that for the apprentices of the Great Hunter?”
Hans: “He taught us hunting, not killing the dead.”
Grey: “… should have trained us in the dark.”
Hans: “Just don’t hunt in the dark.”
Grey: “Hah, you sound just like him! … Who would have thought dead can ever comeback to–”
Hans: “Found it! Here’s the second exit!”
Grey: “Vent? Can it even support our weight?”
Hans: “Or you want to stay here and wait for a rescue? A friendly reminder, this world doesn’t belong to us anymore.”
Grey: “It will, eventually. Cause we think and they don’t.”
Hans: “Shhhh! Lower your voice. Just find the food and head back to the camp.”
Grey: “Whatever.”