[ the apartment is nice, though anything would classify as such in her book, since most safe houses, in her experience, have been abandoned homes that have been ransacked out of their supplies and left for dust and grime over the years. still, there's a nice coziness here that beats the stench and sweat outside with the z's and as soon as she's crawled in through the window, she's shaking her arms to give them a stretch, a hefty sigh in her breath. ]

There have been some decent jumpers in the past, but they're a rare breed. These seems like our regular brand of sluggish undead, so I'd say we lucked out.

[ in a sense of the word, anyway.

still, old habits die hard and it doesn't stop addy from stepping around the space, doing a sweep of the rooms to make sure it's clear of any surprises. ]

Problem is, I can't figure out where they're coming from. This town's been clean of Z's up until now, and no one's even known they exist.