Something else moves inside the shop, footsteps crunching closer through the debris that litters the ground everywhere, and Asmodia hastily backs away, hands raised in readiness. She did not sign up to slap zombies, but slap zombies she will if they keep coming at her. She can do this all day, guys.
It's definitely not a zombie that emerges, which raises the question of why -- and how -- this woman was in there with a zombie. Could be the zombie's creator-slash-commander, but she looks way too freaked out for that. Asmodia squints suspiciously at the newcomer, watching for some kind of aggression, but then the woman opens her mouth and...calls her by name?
Blinking in surprise, Asmodia drops out of her fighting stance. Now that she's looking at her, now that she has the context that this is someone she knows -- oh. Right. "Sunshine, right?"
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It's definitely not a zombie that emerges, which raises the question of why -- and how -- this woman was in there with a zombie. Could be the zombie's creator-slash-commander, but she looks way too freaked out for that. Asmodia squints suspiciously at the newcomer, watching for some kind of aggression, but then the woman opens her mouth and...calls her by name?
Blinking in surprise, Asmodia drops out of her fighting stance. Now that she's looking at her, now that she has the context that this is someone she knows -- oh. Right. "Sunshine, right?"