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Dawn smiled, quietly enjoying the girl to her left's discomfort. Dawn disliked Nikki -- she was one of the worst of the simpering idiots that trailed around after Logan like a disease, and there was hardly a moment when she didn't want to slap the cow. However, there were social precedents in place, and on the odd occasion Dawn felt that she should meet them -- the very odd occasion. And after all, Nikki hadn't done anything to provoke it at this particular moment.

Yet.

Listening to Logan start to go on about 'Zombopocalypse', Dawn couldn't help but smile at the boy's childish enthusiasm. "Honestly, Logan. You know that I can't stand silly movies like that, it's such a... boy thing. I mean, Zombopocalypse? That name is just ridiculous!" she said, rolling her eyes. "I don't mind the more serious horror ones, but when it's just an excuse to throw a bunch of zombies onto a screen... it's not really my thing."

There were very few girls who would ever tell Logan Kikkert that he was being silly, for fear of upsetting or in anyway putting him off talking to them. Dawn, however, didn't do sugar coating. If she didn't like something, she pointed it out. If that outfit did make you look fat, she would tell you.

"And what's Kyle done now? Honestly, I need to give that guy a slap. Can't go five minutes without doing something stupid." she muttered.

There then came a tense moment, when Logan slid her smoothie over. A long silence, as Dawn internally worked over the possible responses to the nickname. You could have cut the tension with a knife -- even though in reality, when there is a lot of tension in the air, the last thing you want to do is to get a knife out. After a long moment, Dawn finally raised an eyebrow and looked up at Logan. It was the moment before the Judge, having deemed the defendant guilty, stated their sentence.

Dawn smiled. It was a faint, wryly amused smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Thanks, and by the way - you still have that smoothie on your collar." she said, reaching over the counter to flick it off with her finger, flashing him a look that spoke of narrowly avoided wrath.

As Logan proceeded to go on about his new plan for the Apple smoothie, Dawn went between varying degrees of curiosity, and utter disbelief. "You... I can't believe you just said that." she stated, facepalming most pointedly. "Honestly Logan, don't make me knock that head of yours on the counter. Don't want to dislodge what little sense you have left in there." she muttered, rolling her eyes. She flashed Nikki a glare, containing within it tales of simpering bitches being mutilated in various interesting manners, conveniently transcribed into a moment looking into those bright blue orbs.

"Fruit based one liners? Good grief..." Dawn muttered as Logan went back off into his raving about the film, paying very little attention. When Logan began miming with the price check gun, she lifted a hand up to gently lower it, shaking her head. "Just... no."

Dawn was in the midst of exchanging an amused look with Logan, hand still firmly pressing the price check gun down onto the counter, when things started to go to hell. The redhead swore, dropping the gun and her smoothie to bring her arms up over her head to hide her eyes from the flashes, blinking to try and restore her vision as lights danced across the backs of her eyelids. She stepped backwards hazily, shaking her head before uncovering her eyes to behold the madness that filled the shopping centre.

"What the..?" the redhead began, gaping at the oddly dressed men in the distance, before Logan commanded her attention from his position behind the counter. Her head snapped around to look at him, her blue eyes wide in a mixture of panic and confusion. She was in mild shock, and Logan's quick words snapped her from her daze, returning the stoic girl to command. The girl hurried over to the counter again, sliding over it relatively gracefully (at least managing not to fall over) to land into a crouch on the other side, wincing as the loud shouts began to echo through the air.

In the cramped space, Dawn could get a clear view of what Sheri was showing Logan, and it sent shivers down her spine. "They're in.. everything." she whispered, not bothering to root around for her mobile, instead lifting the headphone to her iPod from her front pocket -- she'd not bothered turning it off, intending only to pause briefly at the smoothie store -- and surely enough, the same words echoed from it into her ear as she lifted it.

"Fuck..." she muttered, nodding to Logan, the normally fierce air about her replaced with a harrowed and afraid look to her eyes as she crawled after the two. High school drama was one thing...

End of the world drama was just a few steps up the scale...