The Grim Reaper and The Easter Bunny
“Uhmm, let’s just do it fast, I don’t want t’stay long.” Py-Bun replied as she prepared her weapon. “Lead the way.”
“Through the front door it is…” Ire marched forward, his body seeming to fuel the fire that he brought forth many times, “Py-Bun, if the gun is broken… we are going to have to find another way to destroy it…” Ire heard a twig snap behind him and almost instantly set it ablaze, nearly hitting Py-bun with the side of his scythe, “Sorry… I… I am not used to another living person here, any way I think a scout is here… No doubt contacting the enemy…”
“No doubt contacting the enemy?” Py-Bun repeated, likely confused. “Soooooo…….. this zombies can do what the living team mates can do?” She asked as she looked around, getting aware of her surroundings.
Ire nodded, "An unfortunate thought yes… they seemed to have retained something about the roles they played while they were alive… Scouts will scout, soldiers will give commands, heavies… well their damn near unkillable that one that you blasted wasn’t dead… Snipers can blind you will urine, spies still have cloaking, and medics will still heal their allies…" Ire ran forward, hoping to catch up to the scout or else they would have to go into the tunnels through the resupply room. The scout whipped around flinging a bandaged arm at Ire slapping him before it was whipped back towards the scout, "…Force… of… Nature… You’ll… dead…" Ire was confused, he had just been slapped in the face by a zombie… and had no idea what to do about it…