[ of course she's keeping that damn bat close to her side, because for all that people seem to be clueless about the zombie-run apocalypse that's taken over the whole damn world, she's still a little skeptical about the somewhat "freedom" this supposed dream town seems to be parading around. the parading turns out to be pretty literal with the way they've thrown in everything to the festivities happening along the streets, and she's pretty sure it's the first she's seen so much color in a long time considering the grim setting she's more accustomed to.
but even with the z-whacker close to her side, her trust of this place not yet fully granted, it's a bit hard to say no when offered some particularly fresh food, like the gourmet of supplied pancakes and the countless other treats at her disposal. she's been surviving on mere crickets long enough that she lets herself give into the bliss of its taste, devouring it without any real level of class that she's even chugging liquid to swallow it down without consideration of what she might be drinking.
then again, how the hell would she have known it'd turn her into a murphy clone?
she's in the midst of trying to figure out how she can reverse the skin-altering effects when she sees him, and the relief is massive enough, her breath catching in her chest and her eyes widening from the surprise, that she momentarily forgets her own predicament to rush forward, bouncing on her tip toes to throw her arms around his neck. ]
10K! [ it's good to see him, especially on account that it's the first real sign of feeling like she isn't just going crazy in some fake town. not that she's going to let his name-calling go unnoticed even with the blissful reunion. when she draws back, she makes sure to supply him with a light playful punch to the arm. ] Laugh it up. I'm fixing it, alright? [ eh — ] Kind of.
[ more importantly, for now: ] Are the others here? Doc? Warren?
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but even with the z-whacker close to her side, her trust of this place not yet fully granted, it's a bit hard to say no when offered some particularly fresh food, like the gourmet of supplied pancakes and the countless other treats at her disposal. she's been surviving on mere crickets long enough that she lets herself give into the bliss of its taste, devouring it without any real level of class that she's even chugging liquid to swallow it down without consideration of what she might be drinking.
then again, how the hell would she have known it'd turn her into a murphy clone?
she's in the midst of trying to figure out how she can reverse the skin-altering effects when she sees him, and the relief is massive enough, her breath catching in her chest and her eyes widening from the surprise, that she momentarily forgets her own predicament to rush forward, bouncing on her tip toes to throw her arms around his neck. ]
10K! [ it's good to see him, especially on account that it's the first real sign of feeling like she isn't just going crazy in some fake town. not that she's going to let his name-calling go unnoticed even with the blissful reunion. when she draws back, she makes sure to supply him with a light playful punch to the arm. ] Laugh it up. I'm fixing it, alright? [ eh — ] Kind of.
[ more importantly, for now: ] Are the others here? Doc? Warren?