[ Her hand tighter on the gun than it perhaps needs to be, Natasha very-nearly-almost smiles, not that he can see. But perhaps he can hear it in her voice. ]
I'd think Haiti would be more apt. Cover my four o'clock.
[ Even as she warns him, she's pulling out more ammunition, reloading one gun as the other keeps firing into the undead with wet smacks. ]
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I'd think Haiti would be more apt. Cover my four o'clock.
[ Even as she warns him, she's pulling out more ammunition, reloading one gun as the other keeps firing into the undead with wet smacks. ]
Getting low.