Bad Joke

[Mary Forest]

"Thank you so much for that mental image." Mary had replied as soon as she got a second to breath, not sure if Skipper had heard her. "I'm never going to get that image out my head. giant ball sacks on legs running at us."

She had to note the difference between her and Skipper. Skips seemed to be genuinely angry, while Mary was having a ball. she watched her new friend slice and dice several of the Rotters until there was only two left, gaining fast. "Mine!" Mary called out, making a B line for the closest one that noted her approach and broke off to meet her. "Mine, mine, MINE!" she grinned with bloodlust as soon as it was close enough to touch.

"forgot how bad they smell when the sun's cooked them." she said conversationally, before grabbing the things wrist with her free hand and yanking it forwards into her rising knee. The thing was bowed over from the impact even though it couldn't feel pain, putting its head in perfect range for her to finish it off with a few sharp stabs.

"and then there was one." she said, waiting for the Rotter to reach her this time, killing time by cleaning her knife on the downed rotters ragged shirt. "Think they'll have anything good on them in their pockets?" she called before throwing her weight into a shoulder shove into the monster that staggered it enough that she could stab it in the neck. it was so decayed and its flesh so long gone, all she had to do was give it a firm hard twist of the knife and its entire head popped off, hitting the ground a few seconds before its body did.

Mary watched the head continue to bite at the air pointlessly like it was hoping she'd put her boot into its mouth. "I don't know how to tell you this. but I don't think you're going to recover Sir." She told the head before she raised her boot up and stomped down on the skull until something cracked and the thing was forever dead.

"whew." Mary said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "that was fun!"

[Skipper Halberd]

Skipper laughed wickedly at that, her teeth showing in a devilish grin. "Good! Makes you wanna kill them more!" She said before Mary leapt out and started attacking the last remaining two. "Sheesh ok. You wanna get off killing them then be my guest." She said, keeping her spear ready though as she watched Mary go.

"You mean like hot sweaty ball sacks?" She offered cheekily, cackling as she reminded Mary. After Mary killed one, Skipper just started looting the corpses to see if they had anything. "This one's got a wallet." Skipper said, pulling it out and rummaging through it. There was a license with a picture that had Skipper snorting. "Looks like this sag-skin didn't change much in the looks department." She said, tossing the card away.

Skipper looked up from her looting and snickered at Mary. "You seemed like you had it. Good to know you get high off of killing shit to-- Oh for suck's sake what now?" Skipper cut off, seeing Fleabag still growling. "Seriously? There more of these pieces of shit? I'm too hungry for this." She snarled and got up, heading toward the entrance to see what was there.

This time she whooped though. "Hot damn! Furrina! Now this is my kind of fun!" She said with an animalistic smile. There were only three of them. Big mistake. "Mary you can loot, I'm gonna go skin some little shits!" Skipper barked before charging out with Fleabag to dispose of the Furrina.

[Mary Forest]

Mary grinned at the way Skipper described her enthusiasm towards killing the rotters. "I ain't getting off on shit, i'm just having a good time. Not everything has to be sexual you know, don't go making this weird for me." she stood and rolled her shoulders, grunting at the feel of her bones popping. "girl's gotta have her hobbies you know?"

At the reminder, Mary visibly flinched. "Oh fuck you Skips!" she said, she put her boot on the corpse at her feet, pressing down on its hand before bending down, grabbing one of the fingers and pulling with enough strength to sever the digit. She waited until Skipper was distracted by the wallet and then threw the decayed body part at her head. She ALMOST told Skipper off for not respecting the dead by mocking the photo. but it occurred to her how that might be slightly hypocritical considering she was turning one into a projectile.

"I could cut this things heart out if you want me to keep throwing things at you." Mary teased back before looking excited at the idea of more Rotters. "Is this going to be my whole day? listening to you bitch and moan about food? keep it up and I'll dig to china for takeout if it'll shut you the hell up."

she rolled her eyes, "oh NOW it's acceptable to be excited to kill things. when I want to get rid of infected killing machines that can't be reasoned with and can no longer experience pain. i'm weird. but you want to wipe thinking feeling blips off the map and everything's....... HEY get back here!" she called as Skipper took off. "i wasn't done mocking you!"

Mary genuinely considered doing as she was told, but decided Skipper had loads of kills to her name. Mary was still on three for Furrina. like hell it was fair she didn't get at least one. She glanced at the bodies. "you guys stay here. I'll scout ahead." she looked down at the head at her feet. "no offence dude? we cool? cool." and with that took off after Skipps and the dog.