Sue's eyes widened when she saw the man, attracting... oodles of attention her way. She sprang forward with a quick, clean thrust, impaling the chef's skull before he could say anything else -- but it was way too late. Hordes were coming from her now, every zombie that wasn't already distracted by the painted lady. All she could do was wade in.<br/><br/>Stab, stab, stab, chop, stab, slice. It was a messy business. Fortunately she had a penchant for headshots on her own, and these, she quickly learned, seemed to work particularly well on the living dead. She spears another one through the sternum, which falls down, jaws extended to take a big bite of korean flesh.<br/><br/>It bites down on something hard, instead, however. Sue's Pip-Boy 3000. There's a crackle, and a soft hissing sound, and then just as the cannibal lanced the creature's noggin,<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=US&amp;hl=en&amp;client=mv-google&amp;v=WU5iAzrZISs" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">this song starts to play at full volume.</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"Aw, fuck,"</span>she grumbles as undead heads turn from every direction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>