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Zombies!Kitty
Pete wasn't really sure how long he'd spent trudging through the jungle, cursing his luck, random animals that jumped out of nowhere, vines, abnormally large insects, Moira just because he could, and anything else that seemed remotely at fault.
Then he happened across a huge, dilapidated palace that had remained all but hidden from him thanks to the thick foliage. Well all right then. But he wasn't an X-Man, and he wasn't stupid; he wasn't going to assume the best and march right up to the front door. No way. Instead, he traveled around the side, mentally categorizing potential exit routes; maybe the old spy in him had never died, much as he'd tried to kill it.
Good God, this place was huge.
By the time he made it to the back he was sweating even more than before, so much so that he had to pull the tail of his shirt up to wipe at his face; he'd already discarded his black suit jacket a few miles back, as it was now draped over his shoulder.
When the shirt tail fell away, he noticed that there was someone under a tree at the edge of the jungle. Instinctively, he felt an itch in his palm that eased as a hot knife slid out of the tip of his index finger, lingering there as he took a few cautious steps forward.
"I don't mean to sound like a complete idiot here, miss, but I was just taking a piss and then ended up here, and was wondering if you could either tell me where I am or tell me where the waitress who spiked my drink is so I can punch her."
Then he happened across a huge, dilapidated palace that had remained all but hidden from him thanks to the thick foliage. Well all right then. But he wasn't an X-Man, and he wasn't stupid; he wasn't going to assume the best and march right up to the front door. No way. Instead, he traveled around the side, mentally categorizing potential exit routes; maybe the old spy in him had never died, much as he'd tried to kill it.
Good God, this place was huge.
By the time he made it to the back he was sweating even more than before, so much so that he had to pull the tail of his shirt up to wipe at his face; he'd already discarded his black suit jacket a few miles back, as it was now draped over his shoulder.
When the shirt tail fell away, he noticed that there was someone under a tree at the edge of the jungle. Instinctively, he felt an itch in his palm that eased as a hot knife slid out of the tip of his index finger, lingering there as he took a few cautious steps forward.
"I don't mean to sound like a complete idiot here, miss, but I was just taking a piss and then ended up here, and was wondering if you could either tell me where I am or tell me where the waitress who spiked my drink is so I can punch her."
