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Liz burst out into giggles, falling over onto the floor. "He's gonna kill us! He's gonna kill us! Woohoo!!!!"
She kept giggling, but got back up. She looked a little unsteady on her feet and swayed on her feet. "I dare him to kill me! It sounds fun," she hummed, smiling brightly. The smile then disappeared, and she stumbled over to the fort. "Don't talk to me," she growled to no one in particular.
Ali
Ali was watching silently at the two guys about to shoot each other. She wasn't sure why she felt it was interesting, she just did. She was currently pretending to be dead, truly dead, which was pretty easy as she just had to sit still.
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Liz sat by the entrance of the fort in the tree, staring down at the happenings. She began to giggle again, seeing the guy about to throw grenades. "People do BOOM!" she yelled, going into another fit of giggles. Suddenly though, she stopped, her expression darkening. "Where... why.... Okay... You don't have to ye- I'm sorry!" she yelped, obviously talking to herself.
She only looked sorry for a few seconds though, and looked directly at the woman who seemed to be watching the rest of them with great interest. Distracted, Liz leaned forward and ended up falling out of the fort, falling to the ground far below. After a minute of just laying there, sprawled like a dead body, Liz finally sat up not showing any signs of pain, and attempted to stand up. Attempted, because he leg gave out before she fully stood and she fell back to the ground. "That's strange..."
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Liz wasn't really sure what was going on. Who was hurt? She was? She gave them all blank stares as they fussed over her and only payed attention when Caitlin touched her. "Huh? Oh, Okay... And I don't know, it just won't work. Stupid useless limbs..." sh mumbled but pointed to her knee. "What do you mean, does it hurt'?" Liz asked, confused.
Ali
Ali slipped away from the group, not wanting to be found out and shot. Slowly, she limped away and started to head away from them. They all seemed to be way too much trouble to eat now, and the more she watched, the more she didn't want to eat them anyways. The crazy girl would taste insane, the little girl was, well, little, the guy had a crossbow, and the other guy had a gun. Joy.
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There was a group of people, all huddled around a small girl. Their delectable aroma wafted from them like steak on a barbecue. She could feel a little bit of drool in her mouth.
She sucked it back in and formed the thought "No".
Lydia knew from experience not to approach humans. She didn't like the thunderstorms and the bangs of guns and screaming at night, but she knew they would react the way her mother did. They would scream at her half marred, previously pretty face, her misty blind right eye that came with it.
No.
It was better to watch from a distance.
She squinted a bit and noticed... Another Zombie? Yes... another zombie, a girl like her, with matted brown hair trying to inch away from the crowd.
This was amazing! She began taking quick steps towards the girl, trying her best to sneak past the group so they wouldn't se-
Her sneaker dragged on the pavement and she fell onto the concrete with a thud and a squeak of pain.
Oh no...
She prayed silently that they wouldn't see her, but couldn't hold in a wail of pain at her now scraped knee, which oozed a bit of blood.
"Are you hungry, Lano?" she smiled, pushing the suicidal thoughts from her head. She picked up the barking pup and kissed his forehead. "Okay, give me a second." Morgan rummaged through her trusty knapsack, pulling out a dog treat and a bottle of water. As Milano ate, Morgan gently brushed her fingers over his tail while staring at the savage beasts beneath her. "One day," she frowned. "We'll make it through this, Milano. We'll survive."
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No!
The woman held out some blueberries to her with a kind smile, but she pushed them away weakly with one hand, sniffling a little bit, knowing full well if she spoke the woman woud figure out she was Undead and blow her brains out...
Lydia made sure that her hair covered the grotesque scar on her face. "N-No Ee-ee-eat" she croaked, mimicking the words and pronunciation that the woman had used. She recalled her mother telling her she was a fast learner, she silently prayed for that to be true... she made a slow motion at the blueberries, "Y-You ee-eat" she croaked again. Shuffling her feet and doing her best to dismiss the pain throbbing in her knee.