[ as she strolls through room by room, she’s getting a clean outlook, no signs of any dead walking corpses lurking on the corner. hell, even the apartment itself seems like it’s freshly lived in, which is a rare sight in her history, and no sign of a scramble for its residents to escape chaos. in conclusion: clean.

she makes her way back to the living room to her only other present company, bat held up against her shoulder with opposing hand on her hip as she sighs, peering around the room curiously like she might have missed a sign of something. ]

That wouldn’t make any sense. Why even target me specifically? They don’t have the kind of mindset to narrow it down like that, so why would — [ she bites her lip, confusion clear in the form of knitted brows. ] They said this place is like a dream, right? But I’m not — I’m not dreaming it. Aren’t you real?