She smiled at the sound of Duos' voice. The man was so damn silent she easily forgot he was there until he spoke. She adjusted the scope, inhaling from the cigar and sighting up her next victim. Again the crack of the rifle filled the air and another zombie died... again. For good this time<span style="color: indigo"> "Eeny, meenie, miney mo..." </span>She mumbled and with another crack another zombie fell. She laughed softly and lined up another target. Her scope fell across two female zombies luring in one of the survivors. That was new. Usually the undead skanks just fell on their victims and chewed them to pieces.<span style="color: indigo"><b>"Shit!"</b></span>She cursed softly. She could not get an angle on the zombie whores without risking hitting their victim. Well, that poor girl was no doubt right and truly fucked. She resolved to take one hundred of the rotten fuckers out to avenge the poor, stupid girl.<br/><br/>She took another puff on the cigar before setting the remaining half, still burning on the ledge beside her. Time to fucking get serious. She moved her head from side to side and settled back in behind the scope. With the extended magazines on this baby she had a lot of shots before she had to worry about needing a reload so she got to work. Off to the right of the survivors on the ground, the sounds of bullets whizzing through the air could be heard and a slowly growing pile of bodies began to form. Becca let out a laugh.<span style="color: indigo"> "Did you see that Duos, a two-fer. That big tall fucker had a short little fucker behind him. How's <b>that</b> for conserving ammo!"</span>She cackled again, lifting the almost burnt out cigar to her lip and taking another puff before stubbing it out on the ledge.<span style="color: indigo"> "What's the tally now?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>