I run down the hall yelling
"BlakessomekindofzombieorparanormalactivityshitafterIcarriedhimtothemedbayandthoughthewasdeaaaadddd!"
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	*sits at the other end of the hall cleaning a handgun*
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	"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIEEE!"
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	*pulls out a stun gun* If you don't stop yelling I'll use this on you
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	I'm already down the hall
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	Python clotheslines you. "Quit it. I highly doubt he's a zombie."
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	I barely dodge the clothesline but fall on my face anyways "Oh my, my nose is broken." I get up and stumble to my room
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	Python shakes his head and goes back to shooting hoops.
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	I should remind you when something runs from me I'll hunt it