"What are you- don't!" Her yell is drowned out by shattering glass, and oh, there he goes, brilliant, god damn fucking brilliant, he's taunting them now, fun. Aaand he's fucking off.
God, some days she could really just kill him.
She waits until the horde has passed, shambling and crawling after their overconfident fucking dinner, and then she slips through the window and darts across the street.
Getting into the bar is simple, a lot simpler than it would have been if there'd been two of them trying to evade a cluster of undead predators, which is good cause she doesn't have any time to lose. She slips in, scopes the place out - by some stroke of God's grace it appears devoid of zombies or breaches to its sturdy exterior. Good. She stashes their supplies behind the bar and immediately ascends the stairs, securing every door behind her as she goes.
She's on the roof in a matter of minutes, which might be a few minutes too much, and she bounds off in the direction Rush took, leaping from building to building like a goddamn ninja who isn't nearly as exhausted as she is.
She carries on for almost two blocks, terrified he took some weird side route, more terrified she's going to find him at the bottom of a feeding frenzy - but then there he is. Crawling up onto a dumpster in an evident attempt to scale a building and lose them.
Idiot.
She slips down the adjacent fire escape and aims another blast at the horde, slaughtering a few of them, knocking several back, disorienting the rest.
"Come on, then," she snaps, extending the arm for Rush to grab.
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God, some days she could really just kill him.
She waits until the horde has passed, shambling and crawling after their overconfident fucking dinner, and then she slips through the window and darts across the street.
Getting into the bar is simple, a lot simpler than it would have been if there'd been two of them trying to evade a cluster of undead predators, which is good cause she doesn't have any time to lose. She slips in, scopes the place out - by some stroke of God's grace it appears devoid of zombies or breaches to its sturdy exterior. Good. She stashes their supplies behind the bar and immediately ascends the stairs, securing every door behind her as she goes.
She's on the roof in a matter of minutes, which might be a few minutes too much, and she bounds off in the direction Rush took, leaping from building to building like a goddamn ninja who isn't nearly as exhausted as she is.
She carries on for almost two blocks, terrified he took some weird side route, more terrified she's going to find him at the bottom of a feeding frenzy - but then there he is. Crawling up onto a dumpster in an evident attempt to scale a building and lose them.
Idiot.
She slips down the adjacent fire escape and aims another blast at the horde, slaughtering a few of them, knocking several back, disorienting the rest.
"Come on, then," she snaps, extending the arm for Rush to grab.