The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
The Doctor shook his head. "Trust me I preform better without one. That includes killing."Joey nodded "Alright, Ditto, Doc, pay attention. We will take the back alleys and stay off the main streets to avoid detection. If we hear screams, we investigate and aid survivors. I'll be on point. Doc... take some weapons dammit." Joey said
Demy snuggled up to Josh.
He smiled and looked at the ceiling. He had woken up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. His mind was filled questions about Joey. Still, He didn't mind too much though. He could have spent ours like this with her. Just being near her. He was on his back but his arm was wrapped around her warmly. At about one AM he drifted off to sleep again. This time his dreams were not interrupted.
Scout rolled his eyes. "Not tryin' Russian Roulette. Here follow me." He led her to the respawn room and pointed to Wolfe's cloning machine. "Ya see that. Medic took of my DMA." He said mispronouncing DNA. "Let me show ya what happens when I die." He took out his own pistol and began to rain it to his head." do not call me Al. " she said. "You shouldn't try to kill yourself. Medic showed me some footage."