deal: (fear)
Cassandra ([personal profile] deal) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log 2016-05-07 12:36 am (UTC)

Yeah? Well, I decide if I think you're -

[She's in the middle of a retort when she realizes that he's said something's wrong, and years of worst case scenarios have her trained to fall silent and bring the speeder to a stop. They're far enough away that they can observe what's up ahead, and she feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge as her skin gets goosebumps. ]

Do sand people move like that?

[Because they're moving in a way that's very familiar to her, a way that has a cold chill going down her spine.]

We need to get closer.

[She moves the speeder in closer, slow enough that they're not drawing more attention than needed to themselves. As they get close enough, she takes in their appearance, taking note that they're most definitely zombies. Ones that look like they were plucked right from her home and dropped into the desert on another planet. The speeder comes to a stop once again, and she shifts so she can pull out the knife that she wears at all times.]

Shit.

[That's pretty much the best way to describe the situation, as far as she's concerned.]

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