"She won't listen to you. She loved them both and now she will die along with the others. I give them a day or two before they get here(I don't want to start any zombies without everyonee else here). Do what you want with her I'm heading back to my shop and preparing for the worst. At least its safe there..."
He walks off towards his shop.
<<bak... in blak!>>
the door opens and the cleaning service enters. Jacc sheathes his knife, not wanting to scare them. He's only in town for a few weeks, and doesn''t need any trouble with the local authorities.
"What the Hell are you doing here? It's midnight!"
The cleaning lady mutters something in Spanish about it being midday in her homeland and people plowing fields and whatnot. Jacc pushes her back out the door and locks it behind her.
"your people try to kill my people every day... no reason to let you get us up at midnight to clean a hotel room."
He wanders back to his bed, but can't sleep, so he throws on a shirt and jacket, holsters a gun under the jacket, and heads out into the city. He'd been to New York before, but he asolutely loved getting out into Times Square and looking at all the shops. Even when he had no money...
"damn... i wonder... are any of these people even aware of the fact that there's death in the air?"
he says so lightly... only a small scent catches his attention, but he knows it well... death... his marine training might not have been much, but he retained enough to know trouble when he smelled it in the air...