"I plop Sky into the blood ocean. Get wet!"
"Secondly, since my first salvo has already been issued, here is my next shot:"
There is a disturbance in the sea. Round shapes rise slowly, resolving themselves first into something humanoid, then into corpses. And corpses these must be, for Ava can recognize each and every individual that she ever sent into the red deep. They lock eyes with her, and begin shambling towards her.
They groan, their voices pooling together into something that sounds horribly like "Ava, Ava"
-Dead Last
Ava’s eyes widen, seeing the bodies of people she sent to die. She pulls out her knife to defend herself. The poodle puppy growls and she picks it up.
No, no I’m sorry. Don’t take me too. Stay back.
She makes a run for it, they seem slow so she has a better chance at running than fighting the undead.
