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devon | @devonyang
“look—” eric sighed, face scrunching for a second. “we can’t waste more time brainstorming bullshit alternatives. in the meantime, we would’ve already been able to comb through the other alleyways to take out—” in that moment, he turned back to look at the team, eyes fixed on vanka’s wrist. he couldn’t finish the sentence, instead simply gesturing in their direction.
“either we go clear the way and get the hell out of here, or we sit idly by and remain zombie fodder. why’s it even a choice?”
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Devon pauses giving Eric a once over, taking in the other man’s words. “I’m not saying we should be idle but we also need to make sure we’re exercising caution,” Devon replies, glancing at Vanka worriedly. “If we move, then we need to do it quickly and quietly-- the best thing we can do in this sort of a situation is avoid attracting any further attention to ourselves,” Devon replies, glancing down at the gun he had fired not too long ago.
“In my experience, a good defense goes a lot farther than guns blazing.”













