[possibly kavinsky should have anticipated the fact that clutching to the roof of a car takes some getting used to, but 1) he's candy. and 2) they have places to be! he feels the slight shift in the car's zesty springs when the creature atop catches his balance. should he have installed a roof camera? that's insane.
he aims in the direction of zombies. there's a faint orange glow ahead where various vehicles, trees, etc. are aflame, burning out-of-control due to the impeded fire department.]
YO. MR. ANGEL, [kavinsky thinks to call out, shouting through the open window. he leans his head out and looks up, squinting against the archangel's own burning glow.] HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ZOMBIES? I FEEL LIKE. YOU AND THEM MIGHT BE FROM DIFFERENT. LIKE. GENRES. SO I WANTED TO CHECK.
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he aims in the direction of zombies. there's a faint orange glow ahead where various vehicles, trees, etc. are aflame, burning out-of-control due to the impeded fire department.]
YO. MR. ANGEL, [kavinsky thinks to call out, shouting through the open window. he leans his head out and looks up, squinting against the archangel's own burning glow.] HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ZOMBIES? I FEEL LIKE. YOU AND THEM MIGHT BE FROM DIFFERENT. LIKE. GENRES. SO I WANTED TO CHECK.