<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg43304#msg43304">Quote from: Jefepato on 26-08-2005, 01:10:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Oh, shit.</em>  Ali interposes herself between the zombies and the onrushing mundanes.  "Please, stay back!  We need trained personnel to deal with this -- you could easily make things worse!"  As she speaks, she's fumbling in her purse for her cell phone, trying to hit the speed-dial for Father Clearbrook's office.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The people look back at Ali with confusion, some of them ignoring her and continuing to help the zombies to their feet. A somewhat heavyset woman, after helping one zombie up, is nearly bitten on the hand...fortunately, the zombie is lacking teeth, and only gums uselessly at her fingers. The woman is clearly disgusted, but assumes that the man is in shock. She, and the other volunteers, continue tending to the "wounded", and are quite close to being set upon by the zombies they've already helped, when a gunshot rings out. The majority of the onlookers, and many of the volunteers, scatter immediately, not even looking back. A few duck down and try to see where the shot may have come from...in the distance, a woman dressed in black is visible brandishing a firearm, as is a shaggy looking indie-rock guy. Even those who look back, however, don't take enough time to mark any detail before bailing out of the area. Deprived of their meal, the zombies begin to take a pointed interest in Ali.<br/><br/>On the bright side, Father Clearbook answers his own phone. "Ah, Ali dear, how are you doing this fine summer day? Are you well?" he asks.<br/><br/><br/>[I need initiatives at this point...Ali is within about 10 feet of the zombies, at best, as is Joseph. The rest of you are about a block away, standing in front of the laundromat.]