@lordspeaker paused ∣∣ for an event starter!
“Move. Move! Hey, move!”
She was coming up fast on a stranger unfortunately in her running path. Unfortunate for them both, the reason she was running happened to be a static crocodile. Grunting, she picks up a soggy lump of concrete as she passes by it and heaves it at the static creature before nearly slamming into his shoulder as she tries to get by.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Considering the circumstances, he shouldn’t care about a shove, but who knew with how people acted here? Picking up an iron rod already starting to rust, she throws it as you would a spear, hoping it hit the creature from the noises it makes. She’s already searching for something else to throw instead of finding out.
“You should probably, um, get out of here?” Most people did. “Or just go!” She was far too panicked to actually suggest he help her. He probably had people he cared about to save, places to not die. Her fingers sink into muck as she tries to pull out a heaver piece of rubble to throw.