Snippet #1278959

Marisa was watching the cave intently as a man with a remarkably scraggly beard came out towards her. She stuffed the shirt back into her bag ready to introduce herself when he began screaming something about his daughter and wanting her back. Daughter? What the hell? Was he Harrison Ford? The only reason she knew he wasn't one of the undead was the fact that he was still talking. But still, he was posing a threat and hey, beggars can't be choosers. She wrenched the machete from her belt, ready to take a limb if he tried anything when he tripped over a cactus that had been placed over the entrance of the the cave and smacked his head on the rocks.

In any other situation, Marisa would have found that hilarious.

Sighing, she wandered over to his prone form, keeping her machete at her side ever ready to slice and dice if she needed to. Approaching him lying on the ground, she nudged him with her foot a few times, peering into the darkness of the cave.

"Oi....Redneck....You awake??"

She poked him a few more times with the toe of her boot before taking a step away from him in case he leapt up, her ears still listening out in case any undead decided to come and chew on them.