[He waits until she's well and gone. He's opening up the doors for the dead and it's more than likely that their first reaction will be alertness and even frenzy. What he fails to remember is, thanks to the bra hanging out his pocket like a frat boy victory banner, their second reaction is to continue that frenzy.
The dead snarl and clamber after him and he's sent scrambling like he might have if he were still alive. And, for the moment, he half forgets he isn't. His mind goes on a chorus of oh shit, oh shit, while the dead chase after him.
His panic only barely dulls as he makes it out onto the street. Ryder is out there and she's going to help him. But also, he needs to be ready to help her. If the dead get close to him, they'll leave him be, but getting close enough to her will be a whole other story.
He races along, smacking car roofs as he passes to make noise, draw undead attention, and let her know where he is. He starts to reach back to ready his bow and arrow as he runs.]
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The dead snarl and clamber after him and he's sent scrambling like he might have if he were still alive. And, for the moment, he half forgets he isn't. His mind goes on a chorus of oh shit, oh shit, while the dead chase after him.
His panic only barely dulls as he makes it out onto the street. Ryder is out there and she's going to help him. But also, he needs to be ready to help her. If the dead get close to him, they'll leave him be, but getting close enough to her will be a whole other story.
He races along, smacking car roofs as he passes to make noise, draw undead attention, and let her know where he is. He starts to reach back to ready his bow and arrow as he runs.]