Chris caught the bottle and grinned. He unscrewed the top and took a huge swig. "Ah, now that's the stuff!" he said, "Nothing like a good rum after running your ass off away from zombies."<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Nick scowled as he perched on the building. He kind of wanted to apologize to Shamus before leaving again. But his stomach growled loudly. He fought with himself for a moment before sighing and jumping down the building face. He slinked along the street, looking for the Irishman.