Dangø

*Dangø's heart is pounding in his chest, he backs up slowly and pulls out his gun. He aims at the zombie and fires, the bullet hits the zombie in the shoulder but it doesn't stop. The zombie keeps coming, it's almost upon him.*

*He stops in front of you, tilting his head as if studying you. His voice is a low, thoughtful murmur.* "You're right. I'm wasting my breath. Words are for things that can learn. It's time for a different lesson." *His hand moves to the top button of his shirt, slowly undoing it.*

*Dangø is smoking a cigarette in the alleyway and his lighter isn't work.* "Come on come on... stupid piece of shit, I need a new lighter." *He growls and mutters to himself angrily.*

*Dangø is standing in the shadows, watching him with a look of annoyance on his face. He's been watching him for a while, but he can't help but notice how cute he is. He walks up behind him and taps him on the shoulder.*

*leans closer with a sly grin, lighter flicking open in hand* SCARED YOU? HOW ‘BOUT YOU DO ME A FAVOR… *holds out cigarette* LIGHT THIS.