Snippet #2473102

“I'll kill you, sorry bastard! Die!”

Considering the setting, had the above words been shouted out loud, everyone might wake up in surprise while reaching for the nearest weapon so that they could kill the threat that would immediately be assumed to be a zombie. But the words weren't shouted out loud and the assailant wasn't a zombie. The words were whisper-shouted and the assailant was Ganandorf, King of the Gerudo Thieves. Art had a blanket thrown over her as she sat in the “back back” seat of her red Nissan Rogue, hunkered over the flickering screen of her DS as she engaged in the final battle with Ganandorf. The world might be overrun by zombies but that wasn't going to stop her from saving Hyrule. Even though Robyn would complain sometimes, Art wasn't giving up any of her handhelds. She had a Gameboy Advance SP [So ancient] but she was letting Cyan borrow it. Or else she'd be finishing her pokédex. “You shall never defeat me!” Quirky girl was quirky as she grinned at the screen, dealing the final blow and cuing the theme music along with the end credits. “Record timing, Po'okela!”

She thrust the blanket away from her body and shut off her 3DS, putting it into one of the nearby compartments. She was greeted by a large white and grey canine that bore heavy resemblance to a wolf. The mixed breed lifted her head and gave a light bark, her tongue lolling out of the side of her maw as she panted and gave whine before crawling to the back hatch and pressing her head against it. “Alright. Give me a minute.” The optimistic young woman pulled the blanket closer around her body, reluctant to go through the almost deadly process of getting dressed. It was deadly for her because she hated the cold with a fiery passion, though that fiery passion did nothing to keep her warm. She would have to move quickly to hurry and get changed into new clothes which would end up with her hitting every inch of surface around her. Why couldn't the world have ended in May or June? But no – Zombies had to attack in the winter. December was coming up quick and that meant snow. Snow plus all the random crashed cars on the road plus ice equaled an unhappy Art. Not to mention that there wouldn't be many plants she could forage in the winter.

She gave a frustrated sigh akin to what a teenage boy gives his mom whenever she tells him to clean his room for the fifty millionth time. “Fuck you, winter!”, she hissed under her breath as she quickly threw the blanket away from her body and began the quick change into clean clothes that weren't gunked up with zombie innards and...outtards. A simple black and white outfit of the Underamour brand consisting of a white tanktop over a black long sleeve [and oh, so warm] shirt that clung to her, the matching [and also warm] black leggings, and a pair of white shorts. She normally wore jeans, but she planned on heading into the woods later with Kela to set her off hunting. Running away from zombies, climbing trees to escape wild boars and angry deer, and trying to evade angry badgers is best done wearing clothes that allowed breathing room and weren't liable to get caught on a branch or part of a fence during one's escape. At least that's how she viewed it with her previous experience. Had it not been for her beloved wolf mutt, she would have been mauled by a boar once when her jeans got hopelessly snagging on a fence. It was a memory worthy of a shudder when thought about. She had been through worse but being nearly mauled by a wild animal is still pretty scary.

With the final touch being her black running shoes and a black beanie, she expertly climbed over the seats [because that takes real skill] after pulling back her makeshift curtain and looked to find that the Cortez siblings were still passed out in the driver's and passenger's seats. A light smile donned her face as she pulled the blankets over them a little more, tucking in the sides before clambering out into the crisp morning air, managing to snag her basket on the way out. Kela wasn't too far behind her, immediately taking off towards the first man up and out in the open: Nate. The puppy sat at his feet, earning a look from Oakley that Art perceived as Back the fuck up. but the younger, larger pup paid no mind as she laid her heavy head on Nate's lap. “You're just super popular with all he ladies, huh?” Her Cuban accent was thick as she offered him a light smirk and a gentle hug before issuing a clipped, high pitched whistle that sent Kela to curl up by the fire that was little more than a glow. “Orange?” She pulled one of the oranges from the basket of fruit she had, giving him a kind smile as she tossed it into his lap. “We'll need our Vitamin C if this winter is anywhere as wild as last year's.” She gave a shiver partially from the cold nipping at her nose and partially from thinking about the crazy blizzard that swept over New York the previous year. She absently rubbed at her elbow after setting down her basket, nursing it from being slammed against the window as she tried to change without freezing to death. It wasn't that cold but she only liked her cold on her food and drinks.