"Dont worry, I can handle it. Stay quiet and stay downstairs." He climbed up the stairs with his m6 poised and ready his magic on the trigger.
Shutter heard voices! Voices! She couldn't believe it! She knew it had to be ponyfolk! "Who's there?" She'd call out lightly, not wanting to alert any of the undead. She wouldn't move out though! And get ready for some heavy hitting with her broomstick, for all she knew, these could be looters!
Frank was walking towards the area the voice was coming from, crowbar in hoof. Then, a broom swung at him full throttle and he narrowly dodged it. "Woah there!", he yelled, ducking to the ground (Like the RP? But think it could use some improvements? Check the new voting system and OOC, you can even suggest something to go into voting)
She stops, the undead don't talk! Right? She stepped back, aiming the broom at him, and muttering past the wood in her mouth! "Who are you and what do you want?!" She glared, if he was indeed a looter, she was certainly going to knock his block off!
