Anthony J. Crowley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} i_sauntereddown) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} we_coexist,@ 2008-11-06 17:58:00 |
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"Oh Hell No." Crowley said through gritted teeth as he cocked a shotgun and aimed it square for the head of a zombie that was making a beeline for his Bentley. No. No way in Hell was he letting something happen to his precious car. Especially not zombies.
The apocalypse had been more than enough to deal with without him having to deal with zombies in this City. He'd already shot three square in the head and was preparing to shoot another. Where he got the shotgun from didn't matter. He was a demon, if he wanted it, he got it.
"Get the Hell away from my car." Aim, Hold steady... Fire.
Bang.
Another one gone, unfortunately this one sprayed on his car. Gross.
What in the name of all things unholy where zombies doing in the City? Was this some kind of cruel joke the City liked to play on its inhabitants. First giant monsters, then zombies. Crowley was beginning to think going back to Hell wouldn't be so bad after all. At least maybe there he'd get to take a sleep without waking up to find the undead were aiming for his car.
"You want a piece of me? I've been to Hell. Bring it on!" Crowley whipped off his sunglasses, showing his eyes for how they really were, exposed his black wings and was ready to go to all out war with these creatures.