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[At first, the post is quiet, the sounds of Adstring at night evident on the feed, but as one listens longer, heavy breathing can be distinguished, as if from a distance, intermixed with some moaning and a shuffling of feet.  Next, a louder sound of metal sliding on metal, followed by a click, is heard, and anyone who knows firearms will immediately recognize it as the sound of a magazine being put into a cartridge.  If one listens even longer still, a high-pitched whining can be heard from even farther away.  Is that a dog?

Of course, for anyone dealing the zombies as of late, this scene probably will be easily discernible, though still strangely calm.  Whoever is in charge of the weapon clearly has done this before, or something like it.

The pained breathing is getting louder, closer.  A shorter click sounds as the gun is cocked.  And then, a familiar voice, though it's quieter than usual.]


I'm sorry.

[Riza fires the gun, the echo of the shot reverberating for a few long moments.  The breathing has stopped and finally, finally, there's the tell-tale thud of the body falling to the ground.  A few small steps and then another cocking of the gun before a second shot is fired, the sound echoing again, though the bullet makes more of a dull sound this time.

The dogs inside bark tentatively, then return to their whining.]

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Date: 2011-06-08 09:13 pm (UTC)
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Ah...

Then drink with those you trust.

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