Helena would've laughed, had the circumstances of her dearest younger brother's loss been any less severe to the rather large group dynamic everyone had just begun to develop. She probably should have laughed, if only to lessen the restlessness still erupting at full strength throughout her entire being, but nothing but a half shocked gasp pushed its way through her full pink lips. Suddenly turning towards him, wide azure eyes glinting in disbelief at her would-be husband's "proposal".
"Robin, y-you know I could never," the taciturn young woman spoke so lowly it was nearly a whisper whilst delicately placing two slightly shaking, thin hands upon his chest. Her round, coldly pale face reflected the regiment of uncertainty going on rampage within her mind, but the nonchalant expression lain shamelessly upon Robin's comely features set her at ease for the first time since his leaving to defend her, and a weak smile danced upon the warm, dry flesh upon Helena's lips. "Ah, I'll be taking that one as a joke. With our pitiful situation, we're in need of all the assistance we can get if we want to get out of here. Hell, we don't even know where we'll go if we do live long enough to escape hick country. The last I heard of any safety was that...that town in Georgia,"
"Savannah, hon." Rochelle was quick to correct the panicky little woman, noticing the pink shade on her cheeks and the anxious, unsure cracks in her really quite soft, gentle voice. She wondered in the back of her preoccupied mind if Ellis was doing much of anything but getting some well deserved sleep, though ignoring the younger woman's desperate monologue was a bold feat, being she was so close to shouting with worry. This Helena girl was certainly one to let fear and paranoia eat away at her, the producer collected.
Taking a few moments to nod her head in understanding to the still quite unfamiliar, more mature woman, Helena continued to babble, rashly rearing into incoherence. "Yes, Savannah, the very place. I don't think any of you realizes just how serious this is, to be honest. We've got undressed people, soon enough - a baby, people just prancing about dying and nonsense, meanwhile the sentient, right minded population fucks themselves into savagery! I don't plan on dying, but I certainly don't expect I've got the proper skill to reach safety either. I mean, who's to say that once we're rescued by the military, they won't accuse us of being infected or, or carriers or something and shoot the fucking humanity right out of us? Is any of this even worth trying to live through?"
Rochelle quirked a brow at the slowly crumbling young woman, and felt a mixture of worry and sympathy; insanity, she had to assume, could come of the end of humanity, and it'd be hard to overcome it. Every word spilling, really quite quickly, from Helena's lips were true in some warped sense, as every single route and escape the firearm wielding, rather powerful woman had encountered with her teammates and friends was painfully vague and etched out in near complete uncertainty. Taking a nervous step closer to Nick and leaning her head gently against his arm, she recalled their narrow escape from the Whispering Oaks theme park both Ellis and Coach had convinced them would mean rescue.
Eventually, after fending off wave after wave of bloodthirsty, ravenous zombies and heavily mutated, more powerful and strategically aligned infected, a helicopter had noticed the bright lights and booming music erupting from the Peach Pit stage and flown just overhead to pick them up, but that was just one of the first instances that Rochelle truly understood that what they were trying to do -- survive -- was life threatening in every form, and instance. The moment one of the Tanks had swung at her with one of its huge, deformed arms and she was thrust violently into one of the overhead stage lights, then forcefully into the corpse littered floor below, the immortality Ellis had once assured her they were in possession of completely dissolved, and she felt true, raw fear.
That fact was something she would have -- and most likely should have -- confided in any one of her three male companions, but the horror continued inside the chopper as the pilot slowly began to snarl in a guttural, barbaric manner and made a move to pounce, though Nick reacted immediately and shot at him with an unfeeling frown, protecting all of them in the same moment the aircraft fell on an unset course for some enclosed, unidentified swamp village below. She was shaken from the disturbed thoughts with a sudden snappy, unnerved comment rasping from the chapped, thin lips of the apparently rather notorious gambler beside her.
"Whoa, wait a second, sweetheart. What was that shit about a baby? That better have been a crack at Ellis over there." Nick grumbled, using both hands to roll up the bloodstained, formerly crisp white sleeves of his coat to his elbows, then drifting offhandedly, but softly, into the graceful young woman shifting slowly beside him.
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The boy quirked an untrimmed, dark brow at the all too confusing "conversation" this newcomer seemed to have with himself. He would've had some sort of perverted, jokingly charming quip to just about anything the young man could have even imagined saying, and then he decided to take the plunge right into the sociopath category; something January hadn't had to deal with in quite a while, being an infamous flirter with people of all manner of outward appearances, age, and mental stability. He tried to think of an acceptable flirtatious remark, though the more the few words shared between this Jimmy kid and...himself, the less and less comprehensible the circumstances grew.
"Well, fuck me," Jan hissed under his breath, while throwing open the bedroom door to find his sister in near hysterics, a woman -- with a noticeably distracting backside, he had to mention -- in a shirt much too large and masculine to belong to her, and two shirtless men -- one his irritable future brother-in-law, and the other the substantially attractive, but rather solemn boy laying carelessly upon the bed. "Hm. Looks like I'm caught between two insanities, doesn't it? No avoiding it, c'mon Jimmy, let's introduce you to the 'family'. Helena dearest, Robbie, Nick, shirtless guy number two, and my-next-conquest," he shouted in reference to each of the, taking a large step into the room with an even larger grin, "I found a friend downstairs!"
((...Sweet Tank trousers, Jan. Uh, my-next-conquest = Rochelle. It's most likely because of the ass thing, plus she's not half bad looking if you ask me. In a non-lesbian way, that is. :D))
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