"The literal fuck?" Lolly breathed as she gaped at the scene before her. blood, fresh blood, everywhere. It wasn't like it was some muncher attacking a poor soul who wandered to far -which would be her if she didn't keep it moving- but no, this was a massarce, giblets everywhere. It was as if someone or something went to town on this group, like coordinated. That was a terrfiying concept. The idea that these folks could very well be rationalzing? Making choices?
Dear God, don't let that be the case. If it was she might as well put an end to it all right here and now. Wouldn't be the first time she thought about it, either. She cleared the fog from her ski goggles, she wore them to make sure she had a clear line of sight and if she had to fight on of them off, she wouldn't get pieces or blood in her eyes, or anywhere else. She was wrapped up tight, her hair braided in a long ponytail and tucked so she wouldn't get it grabbed, a scarf around her mouth, it wasn't a heavy scarf, a night light thing that did have her burning up in the spring and summer, but kept her relatively warm in the fall. The only skin that was exposed were her ears this day but usually, they were covered by a hat of some sort.
Her destination- and by destination, she meant the place she thought seemed decent enough to go to- was up ahead, through the tall grass. There was a warehouse, something that might have some nails for her nail gun which she'd made battery powered and mobile. It was much easier than guns because they needed specific bullets which as far as she knew there weren't a lot of places here that she knew where to look for that sort of things and she knew her way around a nail gun. Nails were easily salvageable since they usually kept shit up and well, most things had fallen down for one reason or another and she could just pluck them and kept it moving.
Shaking her head, deciding she thought way too much, she started ahead, stepping over giblets and other human parts. Her nail gun poised just in case one of them decided they weren't dead enough yet. She crept across on her boot toes, trying to be a quiet as possible but her foot slipped on something and she yelped, trying not to fall into God only know what. She managed to keep herself upright but her yelp was loud and something snarled behind her. She whipped around, nail gun trained on whatever it was, but to her surprise, it was only a dog, which in the grand scheme of things probably wasn't ideal but humans seemed to be the worst case scenario. She was a girl, so if it had been a guy, she'd just have to shoot him and keep moving, as much as that would suck since being alone was beginning to really bite.
Thinking too much again, she focused on the dog, lowering her weapon some. She was crazy, not stupid.
"Take it easy, Pooch, I'm not gonna hurt ya." she said, holding up her hands in a somewhat surrender. "I'm just making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound." She said, wishing she could laugh at that little joke but she couldn't, this dog was likely going to kill her or she was going to kill and eat it. Besides, the dog didn't seem to get it anyway. "You could come with me if you'd like? I'm not gonna hurt ya," she offered, honestly, hoping the dog was, not only smart enough to understand what she was saying to it but just as lonely as she was.