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*SHRIEKS*
*CLATTER*
T: LILY!!
*THUD*
L: Hey pal
T: Actually--
T: I also--
L: Can't we cut our hands off..?
T: It's useless. The virus will still infect us.
L: Well--
L: We really do go anywhere together, huh?
T: Of course...
*GRUMBLES*
T: Hold on, I still have some rations in here...
T: Let's enjoy our last supper...
T: --with good ole beans!
L: Hey Timmy, I have an idea
L: Since zombies can't swim--
L: --and we're going to die becoming one anyways--
L: Why don't we skip the sad melancholic deaths--
*MUNCH*
L: --and instead, let's die--
L: -- drowning at a glorious five star beach resort!
L: Isn't that a genius plan?
*RAAAAAAAHHHHHH*
L: Show time!
*BASH*
L: Ugh!
*THUMP*
T: Lily--
T: It's getting to me too
L: Oh cmon!
L: --we can't just stop here!
L: --we're dying in a glorious five starbeach resort, remember?!
T: We sure are!
*SPLASH!*
L: Gee look at your face, pal!
T: Like you're one to talk...
L: Hey Timmy. If the waves push our bodies back to shore,
L: --and our zombie selves survives--
L: --promise me we'd still be friends?
T: I promise
T: --even as zombies
L: See you next time, Timmy
T: And you too Lily