[Good, she thinks for all of two seconds before her heart leaps into her throat. She imagines being a frog, neck bulging as it croaked. If she could jump the way a frog could right about now, that would be fantastic, just get right the fuck on out of there and go about her froggy business, thank you very much. Instead, she has at least three people with guns and a shipwreck full of worries to deal with.
The numbers starting to slowly tick into their favor gives her the confidence to speak again -- that's what she's going to tell herself, because that would be the smart thing. The stupid thing would be wanting to cry until someone could give her a fucking answer about where her emotional support zombie is. God. Please be okay.]
You better know what the hell you're shooting! [Her voice is harsher than normal, half a snarl. It needs to be, in order to push through her usual hesitation. Fucking idiots. Fucking asshole idiots, living the way survivors are supposed to and using tactics and shit. Fuck these guys.] My fucking partner's still out here! You're really fucking our shit, here.
[They had a plan! It was working!! Smash, smash, more throwing things. She chucks one of her heavier knickknacks at an undead's head, as they start to get overly curious about her. Go away! She's busy!
Okay. No. Use the brain you sometimes pretended to have, Ry. Being a dick isn't going to help her reunite with Teo.]
You -- get s'out of here? Me and him? We can get you shit. So don't fuck with the guy with goggles and a bow! Your buddies better not fucking -- shitdicking christ!
[Oops, time to do her own hacking away at the undead before she loses what little advantage she could claim by having the high ground. Sorry, Teo... Your coat's getting even more rotten blood on it.
Okay. Hopefully these jackasses were going to help her bitchy self, because here she goes...!]
TEO! FIND A CAR AND -- STAY IN THERE UNTIL I FIND YOU!
[She'd find him. As soon as she could, she'd find him or die trying. Might die before that, actually, but she's still going to find him!! God, she's going to lose her voice.]
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The numbers starting to slowly tick into their favor gives her the confidence to speak again -- that's what she's going to tell herself, because that would be the smart thing. The stupid thing would be wanting to cry until someone could give her a fucking answer about where her emotional support zombie is. God. Please be okay.]
You better know what the hell you're shooting! [Her voice is harsher than normal, half a snarl. It needs to be, in order to push through her usual hesitation. Fucking idiots. Fucking asshole idiots, living the way survivors are supposed to and using tactics and shit. Fuck these guys.] My fucking partner's still out here! You're really fucking our shit, here.
[They had a plan! It was working!! Smash, smash, more throwing things. She chucks one of her heavier knickknacks at an undead's head, as they start to get overly curious about her. Go away! She's busy!
Okay. No. Use the brain you sometimes pretended to have, Ry. Being a dick isn't going to help her reunite with Teo.]
You -- get s'out of here? Me and him? We can get you shit. So don't fuck with the guy with goggles and a bow! Your buddies better not fucking -- shitdicking christ!
[Oops, time to do her own hacking away at the undead before she loses what little advantage she could claim by having the high ground. Sorry, Teo... Your coat's getting even more rotten blood on it.
Okay. Hopefully these jackasses were going to help her bitchy self, because here she goes...!]
TEO! FIND A CAR AND -- STAY IN THERE UNTIL I FIND YOU!
[She'd find him. As soon as she could, she'd find him or die trying. Might die before that, actually, but she's still going to find him!! God, she's going to lose her voice.]