Wait, wait - that one - does that go outside? August - [It’s difficult to point back. They’ve already passed it. Ah, but there were dogs all of a sudden? Where the fuck did those come from? Of course this can’t be easy.
He’s on a mission so it’s best to just keep the map folded for safekeeping and keep her mouth shut until they get somewhere not insane.
Steel door. Wood door. Dogs. More zombies. Clearly something’s gotten in (broken glass) and there’s only few doors between them. She’s trying to keep track of where they’ve been, figuring out directions and doors in her head, but she’s too frazzled and she refuses to pull the map out in case something happens to it while they’re on the run like this. Because they’ll really be sunk if it gets shredded to ribbons.
The white room is calm. Serene. Empty. She opens her mouth and nearly says they should stay here - just keep the doors shut for a few moments while they regroup. But whatever’s out there is gaining momentum and they need to keep going.
Screaming at the zombie jumpscare that occurs in the next room isn’t one of her finer moments, but Wendy can’t help it. She’s skittish, a total scaredy-cat, and a huge part of her never wants to wander outside of the technicians’ complex ever again. Not after this disaster. It isn’t classified as a total disaster in her mind - not yet, or potentially not at all - mostly because she’s here with him and he’s proving to be more than capable. It’s beyond impressive. The few things he’s told her about himself - they’re true. And it’s nice to know when someone is being truthful.
Her face is in his neck again, and her fingers are trembling as they grip onto his lapel. Nice and easy. He’s not going to let anything happen to you, Wendy Lin. Just keep repeating that in your head.]
Put me down and let me look. [A shaky little huff.] That’s what it says. Two seconds - I can handle it. I need to just sit and think.
[If he doesn’t listen to her, she’s just going to try and hop out of his arms herself. She’s stubborn, but she’s trying to do what she knows will help them out in the long run. Let her cook.]
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He’s on a mission so it’s best to just keep the map folded for safekeeping and keep her mouth shut until they get somewhere not insane.
Steel door. Wood door. Dogs. More zombies. Clearly something’s gotten in (broken glass) and there’s only few doors between them. She’s trying to keep track of where they’ve been, figuring out directions and doors in her head, but she’s too frazzled and she refuses to pull the map out in case something happens to it while they’re on the run like this. Because they’ll really be sunk if it gets shredded to ribbons.
The white room is calm. Serene. Empty. She opens her mouth and nearly says they should stay here - just keep the doors shut for a few moments while they regroup. But whatever’s out there is gaining momentum and they need to keep going.
Screaming at the zombie jumpscare that occurs in the next room isn’t one of her finer moments, but Wendy can’t help it. She’s skittish, a total scaredy-cat, and a huge part of her never wants to wander outside of the technicians’ complex ever again. Not after this disaster. It isn’t classified as a total disaster in her mind - not yet, or potentially not at all - mostly because she’s here with him and he’s proving to be more than capable. It’s beyond impressive. The few things he’s told her about himself - they’re true. And it’s nice to know when someone is being truthful.
Her face is in his neck again, and her fingers are trembling as they grip onto his lapel. Nice and easy. He’s not going to let anything happen to you, Wendy Lin. Just keep repeating that in your head.]
Put me down and let me look. [A shaky little huff.] That’s what it says. Two seconds - I can handle it. I need to just sit and think.
[If he doesn’t listen to her, she’s just going to try and hop out of his arms herself. She’s stubborn, but she’s trying to do what she knows will help them out in the long run. Let her cook.]