[Carol can imagine the observation deck is a popular first destination. Most people she's met, even after she was yanked out of the hell that was formerly Earth and into a weird magical chess game between Norse gods, would love to see something like this. The way she figures it, her visit is as much for strategy as aesthetics, since she might run into other new people.]
[When she first spies the helmet, unaware what it is, she ignores it. But after a few moments she looks again, and steps closer, cautious. Is that...?]
[Gasping since it's been forever since she's seen what she can only assume is a piece of a walker, she pulls her knife and moves to stoop down to the severed head's eye level, intending to destroy its brain before it can bite anyone. Figures that she'd choose to leave a virtual paradise and end up on a tin can crawling with nightmares. At least she can keep it from spreading, and then... who the hell knows.]
[(For what it's worth, she'll feel really bad about this in a minute.)]
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[When she first spies the helmet, unaware what it is, she ignores it. But after a few moments she looks again, and steps closer, cautious. Is that...?]
[Gasping since it's been forever since she's seen what she can only assume is a piece of a walker, she pulls her knife and moves to stoop down to the severed head's eye level, intending to destroy its brain before it can bite anyone. Figures that she'd choose to leave a virtual paradise and end up on a tin can crawling with nightmares. At least she can keep it from spreading, and then... who the hell knows.]
[(For what it's worth, she'll feel really bad about this in a minute.)]