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"You seem determined to avoid every gentleman and lady that've surrounded you all evening. Shall I take that as a warning?" / starter for @ladnce
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"You seem determined to avoid every gentleman and lady that've surrounded you all evening. Shall I take that as a warning?" / starter for @ladnce
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— What are you doing here?!
❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜ / something esme would say towards a zombie xD
"All things considered, that's probably the nicest thing you could say about her..."
Ashley hopes her solid thwack! either deterred her action or rendered her more dead than she was, though the blood at the end of her racket stirs nausea. It's fresher than the plenty she's seen over the course of her workday, doesn't have any weird flakes or discoloration, and... she couldn't have been like this but for an hour or two.
Three hours back, she was just like them, huddled together with someone and desperately vying for an exit.
How did Leon do this?
Toeing the - the corpse out of their pathway, Ashley motions for her to follow, white knuckle grip refusing to cease. It's not a great weapon, far from it, but this is a resort for wealthy widows and sleazy businessmen to relax, wind down, spend an evening petting dolphins for God's sake. Sure, if she comes across a splintered chair, she'll make do with that. Rip something sharp and pointy off and wish she had something better, because there's truly - truly - no good way to handle something like this.
Not a gun. Not a seasoned baseball bat. Not a serrated knife.
"Did- are you hurt?" Ashley extends her free hand, remembering the mortification of - of stepping over your first dead body. "I'm sorry, I came as quick as I could in these, ugh, heels."
She's half a mind to abandon them, but there's far too much glass crunching under their hurried steps for her comfort.
Maybe she'll come across something flatter, something--
God, is she seriously considering looting the remains of a former customer?
"Are you okay? Like, seriously. Are you okay... mentally? And physically, but. People don't check in on the mental part for these kinds of things."