[He's looking real damn heroic from that peephole, Ryder decides to keep to herself. God, food and real water. That promised bed. Maybe he's not a hero, but he's her hero right now. She won't push it. She's already been embarrassed enough today. It's also why she's deciding to not pursue the arm thing, because that makes it sound like he ate his arm or got chomped by a zombie, and neither of those things could be true? Obviously.
Her plan? Heh. He thinks she has a plan...? If she tries to come up with one, she'd have to say...]
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Her plan? Heh. He thinks she has a plan...? If she tries to come up with one, she'd have to say...]
Try to do my best, I guess.