Devil's Nest // Two // Now He Even Wants Your Brains!

[all_ofthethings]

Action For Wednesday

Around Town

A
[Tired of staying in the bar, Greed can be seen out trying to fend off the zombies with hand to hand combat.]

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[And he's doing a good job, until one he hadn't taken the time to properly smash in the head of manages to grab his shoe and drag its mouth to his ankle before Greed remembers he doesn't have his shield to protect him. The need to fee doesn't start right away. He goes about smashing in more heads. His rumpled clothes are almost as bloodied as his hands. But they're not after him anymore, and as easy as that makes it for him to kill the damn things, he stops putting effort into it. He doesn't even notice when he's stopped attacking them and started hunting with them. This new need doesn't bother him, because he's always wanted everything. If you pass him in the streets, he will start turn in your direction.]

[ooc: feel free to call him Mayfield's greediest idiot, maim, injure, or kill!]

Comments

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[While Mart is mocking him, Greed throws himself in his general direction, the urge to feed rising above even the knowledge that he can't move his jaw.

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

You asked for it ya greedy bastard!

[Mart takes another swing at Greed, aiming for his face.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed practically crumpled with that hit. His nose is broken and his cheek bone seems to have caved in, but he's still alive on the ground. And left there long enough, he'll start clawing his way toward Mart.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart isn't even gonna bother. At this point he's divided between leaving the poor bastard or putting him out of his misery.]

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[In the back of his head, Greed know this is the worst...and he's not even going to die, not for a while. A strangled gurgle is about all her can manage.]