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Ape Climbed down from the light post and said, "Doc, See if you can get her to understand this. If She tries to bite me, I'll do this to her." And then he moved over to a car and managed to pick it up balancing uneasily on his one footless leg. Then he threw the car as hard as he could and returned to standing on his two arms and his one mostly complete leg. "You Bite me, You so much as try, And I'll send you on a flight you'll never forget."

Napier shook his head and tapped Keilin on the shoulder, waited for her to look up, and slapped her hard enough across the face to spin her head in a full circle. "Wanna keep your hands offa the crazy-bits, maybe?"

Napier shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, walking past Keilin's prone form and into the grocery store. The corpse of the man she'd stabbed to death was already up and shambling, and Napier casually caved in the zombie's skull as he walked past. He didn't want the shambler to get some of his meal before he was fully done with it.

The other two humans were sleeping - the third had been a lookout, apparently - and he slit their throats quickly with a scalpel before either one could wake up. One of them flopped around for a moment before expiring, but the other - a female, mid-30s - sat up immediately and glared at Napier. "The ******** was that for?"

Napier's eye widened for a moment at the emergence of a new Ghoul before he got his face under control and shrugged. "Welcome to the Dead side, luv. Didn't think ya'd go Ghoul, gotta say. Wanna snack?"

He gestured towards the fresh corpse next to them, and she looked at it for a few moments before shrugging. "Why the ******** not? Always been a bit curious what it tastes like."

Napier nodded absently as he neatly severed an arm with his scalpels, tearing the ligaments as he pulled it away from the rest of the body, and handed it to his new... "daughter," he supposed, would be the best word. "Looks like he ain't got too much fat on 'im, prolly gonna be a pretty good meal. Save me the fingers, yeah?"

He moved towards the other arm and severed the hand at the wrist before biting off one of the fingers, chewing reflectively before crunching the bones. "Minty, innit? Must'a had high blood sugar or sumth'n' like that."

The newly-made female Ghoul had gingerly tried a bit of arm-flesh before digging in with enthusiasm, and had already stripped most of the upper arm down to the bone. "Shee-it, I can see why you people like this stuff. Goes down real smooth-like."

Napier watched as she finished off the arm and tossed him the hand, crunching up the rest of the fingers and part of the delicate bones within the hand as he watched her. "Does that, dunnit? Just don' go for the fat ones, sits on y'stomach like a brick meringue. What's y'name, mm?"

The female Ghoul, already going to work on the other arm, shrugged. "Janay, my friends called me Mama Jay before you killed 'em. Say, you still got Jack out there on watch?"

Napier started to answer, but saw that she really wasn't listening what with her focus on gorging herself on the corpse of her friend. 'Life,' he reflected, 'really is... pretty ********' useless.'

He shook his head and chuckled under his breath as he cut off the feet and walked outside, crunching reflectively on a metatarsal.

Walter's chair was still intact, and and still upright. He moved it over to beast and leaned down to pick up the mic. "This Is Karma Calling in. Karma calling in. Beast Played the hero card and got me into a section of subway before he got partially crushed in a collapse. He's Still breathing, But I'm just a junkyard mechanic. I know next to nothing about biology. Somebody answer and get their tail down here Or I'll be looking at one big corpse. Also, If You heard an explosion and saw a building fall, that was our doing. Damn tank exploded." We are directly below that area. I think."

Napier had wandered over while Walter was speaking, and his eye was already looking over the devastation that was Beast's former arm. It was obvious to him that there was no saving the arm, and almost equally likely that Beast himself would die before too long. "Bit of a pinch there, innit. Need a hand? Maybe a whole arm, even. 'M sure I've got one around here somewhere."

Napier raised an eyebrow at the useless antagonism, then stepped closer anyway, tilting his head to get a better view of Beast's arm. "I'd give him another fifteen minutes afore he bleeds out, give'r'take. Ain't gonna be able t'fix the arm, either. Give him a good cut 'cross the throat so he goes quick and hope he comes back as a Ghoul, if y'want m'advice."

"Hey Dead! You Hearing what's on the Coms?! I saw the whole thing." Ape said as he approached. "Then he spoke into his own com set, which had seen better days but still worked, "Hey Shadow, How'd you like that tap on the barrel I gave you? Don't take it personally, You know I've always hated guns." Then Ape climbed a stree light and hung by one arm from it.


Walter Looked at the Ghoul next to him and said, "I'll make you a deal. You help me get him out alive and to his comrads, and I won't put you in a grave. I've taken out a shambler bare handed. You should be no problem."