[She pumps the shotgun, ready to fire again. Only one of the gun-toting cannibals is still up, but another is at least smart enough to collect the fallen one's weapon for its own use. She takes advantage of the distraction, however, blowing its head off before ducking behind cover again.]
I can get get behind that... let's jus-
[Her sentence is cut off as a hatchet plows into the side of her head, buried deep into her brain through her left eye socket. She never felt it.]
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/apologizes profusely
Date: 2011-12-03 01:26 am (UTC)I can get get behind that... let's jus-
[Her sentence is cut off as a hatchet plows into the side of her head, buried deep into her brain through her left eye socket. She never felt it.]