[It must have been longer than it felt like, because the sounds outside are fading. That does make it a little embarrassing that she's still bawling her eyes out and dripping snot all over the place. Then again, you only die once! It's her party, she can cry if she wants to! Especially since no one else was invited, so she's all the fuck alone in some --
Ryder's head shoots up, and a gasp makes her choke on the odd drooling happening from all the emotions and pain. It's a little hilarious that her body decides to struggle to clear her throat when she's not going to be breathing soon anyway. Whatever. As long as she can find a way to speak before this curious stranger gets in, it's fine.]
Go away! [Her voice is a thick croak that makes her want to abandon herself to sobs all over again.] It's -- I'm --
[Fuck. Talking on a normal day was hard enough. Forget about one during apocalypse times where you felt like you were drowning in your own mucus, exhausted beyond belief but unable to stop that buzz of adrenaline, and letting pain leech away at your sense. The loose lumber wasn't going to do any good in actually keeping someone that knew how to work a door out for long. Ryder tries to ball her hands into fists and just barely keeps from shrieking at the feeling of hot wires stabbing up through the one hand.]
L-late, don't -- not sssafe -- jus' leave!
[Don't do something stupid just for someone stupid like her. Even if she doesn't want to die alone. And don't -- She can't get her words or lungs to cooperate enough to say it.]
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Ryder's head shoots up, and a gasp makes her choke on the odd drooling happening from all the emotions and pain. It's a little hilarious that her body decides to struggle to clear her throat when she's not going to be breathing soon anyway. Whatever. As long as she can find a way to speak before this curious stranger gets in, it's fine.]
Go away! [Her voice is a thick croak that makes her want to abandon herself to sobs all over again.] It's -- I'm --
[Fuck. Talking on a normal day was hard enough. Forget about one during apocalypse times where you felt like you were drowning in your own mucus, exhausted beyond belief but unable to stop that buzz of adrenaline, and letting pain leech away at your sense. The loose lumber wasn't going to do any good in actually keeping someone that knew how to work a door out for long. Ryder tries to ball her hands into fists and just barely keeps from shrieking at the feeling of hot wires stabbing up through the one hand.]
L-late, don't -- not sssafe -- jus' leave!
[Don't do something stupid just for someone stupid like her. Even if she doesn't want to die alone. And don't -- She can't get her words or lungs to cooperate enough to say it.]
D--hhngh! Duh...!