“Oh Fack, that fackin’ ‘urt.” Storm continued to curse at the new self inflicted burns on her face, still at least the thing was down and it was an amusing projectile weapon. Still the waste of booze meant that Sweetcheeks would be buying her more than one drink.  As well as the idiot girl that had started the whole situation with a need to show off her nakedness to all and sundry.<br/><br/>Well the zombies appeared to be the least of their problems, it looked like the local pitchfork  brigade were stepping out. Not that she had an issue with City guard; after all she had been one in her time.  However these buggers looked a little better equipped and that thought  worried her...Scapegoats... and you could bet your last gold piece who that would be.<br/><br/>Of course she could be wrong but Storm had learned such things the hard way. Still she was ready for them.  The woman knew how to fight dirty.<br/>