------> From: Abandoned Shop (Zed's Thread)<br/><br/>As Michael fast approached his beloved bar and soon to be hideout from gun totting piglets, his eyes focused in on the corpse that had conformed to the step that lingered in front of his doors. It took him only a handful of moments to analyze and assess that the man lying in front of his Pub was not only beaten, but almost turned into a cannibal’s main course.<br/><br/>"Sweet Mongolian cluster fuck..." Michael muttered. It wasn't that he was exactly disgusted by the image of the dead, or damn near so, man in front of his bar, but that fact that there was one when, not more than half an hour ago, there was nothing there. His eyes popped open with a realization that he was running fast towards a corpse with a lass that may have not seen a fair share of beatings and brutality. Quickly, he turned his head to Zed and grimaced.<br/><br/>"Don't mean to frighten ye any Lass, but until we get inside, I'm cover you're eyes with me hand. Less you be alright with the site of a bad mugging gone even worse." Michael spoke, choosing his words carefully. His intention was not to draw more attention to the possible dead man. Raising his hand slowly, he waited for her to either approve or disapprove before covering her eyes.