"Basically, yeah. Good rule of thumb. If it looks sick, it'll probably get you killed."

Darcy tosses the sword haphazardly back into the bag to the sound of more gold coins clattering and zips it up again.

"Oh it was fucking awful. I nearly died a bunch of times- I ended up going with a couple of others to see the crash site, so we were like... there when the first zombies came up. Literally hordes. Not like, shitty low-budget 'we paid five people to shamble around and pretend it's a horde', I mean like. Hollywood budget zombies. And some of them were people that we knew. Totally fucked up."