Re: Compiling ideas for Zombie fluff.

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"Hey you chunky fucker, what're you doing down there? Everyone else has gone.." Weasel muttered into the ears of the still-unconsious Reggie.
He looked around, unzipping his guitar bag to see if the contents were of worth.
He paused in his tracks as the mans' eyes flickered, and quickly closed it up before pulling him up onto one of his knees.
"Wake up man, we need to get the fuck out of here." He said forcefully, grabbing at his face to try waking him faster.
"Goddamn, goddamn.. Where the fu..?" Reggie mumbled, gripping his head and hip as an ache flowed up and down his body.
The bridge he'd fallen on was empty, the horde had moved on to catch up with Bruce and his dog, and the sounds of a chainsaw far in the distance told of the toll he was merrily taking upon them.
"Shit, kid.. What's your name?" The massive man asked, sitting up as he rubbed his eyes.
Weasel looked around, making sure the area was all clear before trying to hurry Reggie to his feet.
"Tend to go by Weasel. Couldn't give a fuck what you call me, really. Come on, we need to get the hell out of this street." He hassled, tugging Reggies' arms to pull him upright.
"Woah, woah.. Slow, little man. Got somewhere to be in a hurry?"
Weasel shuffled his feet and laughed emptily, looking up with a grin of disinterest.
"My place is.. a bit far out. We'll be walking all night" he replied, hoisting his axe and wiping off the blood with his cape.
Reggie raised an eyebrow and scratched his chin, looking around briefly before smiling.
"Know a guy they call... Punk?" He asked, with a smug glare.
Weasel looked up at Reggies mohawk, leaning back questioningly as he pondered.
Reply was impossible as Reggie slammed a hand down on his shoulder, pulling him along as the pair begun walking in a direction unknown by Weasel.
"Sure you have. Come on, let's go find him!"