[She steals one of Tommy's favorite lines to mutter whenever discussing the zombies, and actually finds herself smiling in an oddly fond sort of way. It's thinking of her friend that motivates her to move forward, her hand reaching to pull out her knife so she'll be ready to strike. She hasn't had any casualties of her friends so far on these trips, and doesn't plan on starting with Anakin. She enjoys him too much to watch him die.
So she moves first, motioning for him to follow. She's eerily silent when moving through the streets, the sound of her boots touching the pavement not making a sound. They make their way out to a more main street, and she takes notice that although this is a city that looks like it probably held a fair share of people once upon a time, there aren't any large buildings.
Eyes glance upward and she takes in the words Wisconsin's Best Cheese Festival! and can't help but roll her eyes. Great. They're in Wisconsin. There's nothing good in Wisconsin, and her group likely won't even bother coming up this far. Still, she's promised herself this is the last trip through the portal, so she needs to make it count. She needs to find closure, so she can fully move on past being broken by this world. She's ready to move on and build herself back up again on the Moira. ]
It started with a virus. No one's sure where it came from. But it made people sick, and it turned them into...monsters, I guess. Zombies. They want to eat other people, so they bite them and tear out their organs and -
[Out of nowhere, there's a loud commotion from down the road, and Cassandra turns her head to see a giant wheel of cheese with zombies sticking out rolling right on by. Yep. A giant wheel of cheese. She just stares at it as it rolls past, looking completely stunned.]
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[She steals one of Tommy's favorite lines to mutter whenever discussing the zombies, and actually finds herself smiling in an oddly fond sort of way. It's thinking of her friend that motivates her to move forward, her hand reaching to pull out her knife so she'll be ready to strike. She hasn't had any casualties of her friends so far on these trips, and doesn't plan on starting with Anakin. She enjoys him too much to watch him die.
So she moves first, motioning for him to follow. She's eerily silent when moving through the streets, the sound of her boots touching the pavement not making a sound. They make their way out to a more main street, and she takes notice that although this is a city that looks like it probably held a fair share of people once upon a time, there aren't any large buildings.
Eyes glance upward and she takes in the words Wisconsin's Best Cheese Festival! and can't help but roll her eyes. Great. They're in Wisconsin. There's nothing good in Wisconsin, and her group likely won't even bother coming up this far. Still, she's promised herself this is the last trip through the portal, so she needs to make it count. She needs to find closure, so she can fully move on past being broken by this world. She's ready to move on and build herself back up again on the Moira. ]
It started with a virus. No one's sure where it came from. But it made people sick, and it turned them into...monsters, I guess. Zombies. They want to eat other people, so they bite them and tear out their organs and -
[Out of nowhere, there's a loud commotion from down the road, and Cassandra turns her head to see a giant wheel of cheese with zombies sticking out rolling right on by. Yep. A giant wheel of cheese. She just stares at it as it rolls past, looking completely stunned.]
And now shit like that happens.