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Enfys ran for the stairs. There was no WAY he was letting his gorgeous face get mauled by zombies! He stopped to fix his hair, then picked up a crowbar. Luka ran after him and watched in amazement as Enfys slaughtered one after the other, using the parts of other zombies to lure the others into one spot so he can pick them off one by one. The echoes of the screams of the survivors were burned into Luka's brain. As he ran past, he saw the two men from earlier, the one called Francis had been converted into a zombie and had backed the one called Leivur into a wall. In tears, Leivur raised his weapon, a dagger he had concealed. "E-Eg elski teg." he whispered as he stabbed his undead lover in one of his eye sockets. Francis fell back, dead. Leivur took off running, not wanting to look back. Luka stared in awe before he heard the shrieks of none other but Enfys. He dashed to the scene and stared. Enfys's crowbar was gone, and God did he scream like a woman. Rolling his eyes, Luka picked up a nearby gun and picked off the attacking zombies before rushing to save Enfys. Grabbing his shirt, he dashed up the stairs. I should throw him to the zombies next chance I get. Luka thought bitterly as he ran up the stairs, dragging an over-dramatic Welshman behind him.
Eg elski teg- I love you (Faroese)