Pride and Prejudice and Zombies Page #3

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That her arms are surprisingly muscular

but not so much as to be unfeminine.

Oh Lizzy I never saw such happy manners.

So much ease with such good breeding.

I give you leave to like him.

You've liked many a stupid a person.

He's just what a young man ought to be.

Good humored, lively, handsome and-

Quite rich.

But young men ought like wise to be if you possibly can.

Not as rich as Darcy.

I saw how you liked at him when he first walked into the dance.

I hated him as if-

You liked him!

Hinted his manners in disgust!

He acts as if he were above our company and above being pitied.

Admit you find him handsome!

Handsome?

As his handsome does...

Mr. Darcy is therefore a very ill looking man.

You will not suck us down!

Never have I encountered a

man so consumed by his own pride!

One cannot wonder that a so

very fine young man with family, fortune...

Everything in his favor, should think highly of himself.

If I may so expressing.

He has a right to be proud.

I can easily think of his pride.

If he had not mortified mine.

Pride is a very common failing I believe.

Vanity and pride are different things so

they're words are often used synonymously.

How's it make me proud without being vain?

Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves.

And vanity is what we would have others think of us.

Letter for Ms. Jane Bennet.

He saved you from a zombie.

Mrs. Featherstone was quite civilized!

Yield!

Never!

She was a zombie Lizzy!

Thank goodness he was there.

The Bingleys have invited me to tea.

Of course they have!

What?

Truly, I'd much rather go by coach.

You had much better go on horseback.

For it seems likely to rain!

Then you must stay all night!

That would be a good scheme.

If you were sure they would not send her home.

Mother, I really would prefer the carriage.

Jane, Mr. Bingley undoubtedly

likes you but in 9 cases out of 10

A woman had far better share

more affection than she feels.

Enough.

Go quickly now.

The zombies spring easily from the wet earth.

Massive god...

this cannot be.

Where is she?

- She must be closely monitored, and her room locked.

- At all times.

Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Did you walk all the way here?

Yes.

How's my sister?

She was feverish and slept ill last night.

I think she has the flu.

Or worse.

I detest illness.

Keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.

Quite.

May I tend to her?

Of course. Edwin, show Ms. Bennet the way.

Thank you.

I will not make the same mistake I made

at Mrs. Featherstone's whist party Bingley.

Oh Janey.

Miss Bennet?

The physician has arrived.

Please.

She got caught in the down pour?

Yes.

The wound, doctor.

Her musket backfired.

I see no indication of a bite.

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