[FLASH. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/756289.html?thread=62361153#t62361153) He'll save every one of us!]
There was a guy on the floor and a cat on his chest about to take a piece out of him, and while normally Wally was entirely against animal abuse, sometimes you just had to kick a rotting cat in the head.
"Bad kitty!" he snapped, his foot snapping out to connect with something. Hopefully something soft that would put the thing out of commission or convince it to go order take out instead. Because while Wally would normally laugh at the idea of zombie cats offering any kind of challenge (or, more accurately, wonder what kind of sick psychopath would make cat-zombies anyway), right now it'd probably wind up being a bit harder than that.
...not to mention he'd just kicked a rotting, zombie cat with a foot that only had a sneaker for protection. He was going to be regretting that every other step he took for the rest of the night, he just knew it.
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There was a guy on the floor and a cat on his chest about to take a piece out of him, and while normally Wally was entirely against animal abuse, sometimes you just had to kick a rotting cat in the head.
"Bad kitty!" he snapped, his foot snapping out to connect with something. Hopefully something soft that would put the thing out of commission or convince it to go order take out instead. Because while Wally would normally laugh at the idea of zombie cats offering any kind of challenge (or, more accurately, wonder what kind of sick psychopath would make cat-zombies anyway), right now it'd probably wind up being a bit harder than that.
...not to mention he'd just kicked a rotting, zombie cat with a foot that only had a sneaker for protection. He was going to be regretting that every other step he took for the rest of the night, he just knew it.