call it a hunch, an insinct of survival, cultivated by centuries of experience with rotting and falling flesh as a badge of honor. using the nose of his gun, he points to the passing shadow he spots inside. "there's somemone in the house." tone hushed and graveled by errosion of radition. azure hues gaze to the one beside him. "ladies first?"
@synthmama requested a random line of dialogue.














