[For all that Liem has done his fair share of roaming through the Campania’s upper decks over the course of the day, he’s managed to get a bit of a jump on the zombie situation by virtue of exploring the lower decks—instead of being busy waltzing—as the first of the horde begin to make their way up from the ship’s cargo area. He is not particularly equipped for zombie-killing; the only weapon on him is a single dark-bladed dagger, and the white robes he fell asleep in are already stained with gore. But he does at least have experience with walking corpses, and compared to some of the undead he’s had to put down, these ones at least are easy enough to confront.
The resulting bloodbath makes searching for the world shard a hell of a challenge. The scream-filled corridors keep Liem busy as he makes his way through the ship, trying to save as many passengers as he reasonably can and kill all the zombies he comes across. It makes for rather slow going, which means that he, also, is in rather a bit of a hurry.
Though at least Liem can hear the running footsteps of a living person hurrying toward the intersection, and doesn’t automatically start stabbing when Matt careens around the corner and into his person.]
Whoa—
[Trying to pivot out of the way, he grabs at Matt’s chest with his free hand, trying to both steady him and keep him from running bodily into him. Recognition lags a moment behind, so he’s already debating whether he should still be going in for a stab with the blade in his other hand before he realizes who he’s looking at.]
Ma— Matthew. [His mind stutters over the name, auto-correcting partway through. He glances behind him.] Are you being chased?
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The resulting bloodbath makes searching for the world shard a hell of a challenge. The scream-filled corridors keep Liem busy as he makes his way through the ship, trying to save as many passengers as he reasonably can and kill all the zombies he comes across. It makes for rather slow going, which means that he, also, is in rather a bit of a hurry.
Though at least Liem can hear the running footsteps of a living person hurrying toward the intersection, and doesn’t automatically start stabbing when Matt careens around the corner and into his person.]
Whoa—
[Trying to pivot out of the way, he grabs at Matt’s chest with his free hand, trying to both steady him and keep him from running bodily into him. Recognition lags a moment behind, so he’s already debating whether he should still be going in for a stab with the blade in his other hand before he realizes who he’s looking at.]
Ma— Matthew. [His mind stutters over the name, auto-correcting partway through. He glances behind him.] Are you being chased?