“For a lady, you handle a pistol pretty well,” said Conrad, lighting a Molotov with his torch and throwing it at a rat of unusual size. Wreathed in flames, the overgrown vermin squealed and scampered back into the low tunnel from whence it came.
“For a soldier, you don’t keep your uniform very clean,” replied Lucifera, bracing her flintlock pistol with both hands. She was aiming at another rat, this one crawling through the muck towards her and Conrad. She squeezed the trigger and the giant rat was decapitated with a bang. This didn’t startle Conrad at all as he replied:
“That’s ‘cause this ain’t my uniform. Lost it ages ago. Well, I lost it after the Yarnham Sixth Grenadier Company got disbanded and I was moved into general infantry. They never issued me a new uniform. Or any new orders. Sad innit that Yarnham soldiers like me held out longer than the country government… What’s that snoring sound