OOC: also glad I'm not part of the main group. That'll teach me not to be nocturnal. And Irish, would I put you in danger? (vigorous nodding)
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"Gremlin just tries to get some sleep."
"Why is it so hard to let Gremlin sleep?"
"Why you gotta be making the BANGS!?"
The incoherent muttering seemed to be coming from a janitors cupboard. Sure enough, a moment later the door exploded outwards, accompanied by an axe scything through the air. Gremlin stepped out and surveyed the utter lack of sleep-stealing zombies. Gremlin grunted, and went to pull his axe out of the wall, once again muttering. "Ought to be more careful, Gremlin. You cob your axe round like that, you'll hit another human, and then they will be a bit cross. Or dead."
He surveyed the room he was in, while reaching down and pulling his drink out of his leg. He took a slug. Or, more precisely, a worm. "Blargh! Tequila!" he shouted, hurling the bottle across the room. "Must've been a bad day for Gremlin yesterday, glad I can't remember it."
He wandered off in search of the other survivors.