[ Preferably: always speedwalk. Lottie would rather die than be caught by one of those ugly tree zombie things, so her answer is quick and firm: ]
We're walking fast. [ They have leftovers after all!! ] I don't want to spend another minute in here with these things.
[ The things being.. The incoming zombies or the robots?? It's hard to tell and she'll never elaborate! Lottie takes the lead, out the door and tentatively into the road. Despite how her steps are filled with purpose, she's visibly suspicious - eyeing every which way with an urgent look to her eyes. Still, she tries to play it off like she isn't nervous or petrified at the idea of being attacked or pulled in a random ass alleyway, asking - ]
UAYGFUEGF ITS OK!!
We're walking fast. [ They have leftovers after all!! ] I don't want to spend another minute in here with these things.
[ The things being.. The incoming zombies or the robots?? It's hard to tell and she'll never elaborate! Lottie takes the lead, out the door and tentatively into the road. Despite how her steps are filled with purpose, she's visibly suspicious - eyeing every which way with an urgent look to her eyes. Still, she tries to play it off like she isn't nervous or petrified at the idea of being attacked or pulled in a random ass alleyway, asking - ]
Soo.. Cool weather, right?