Maybe it's not the most threatening thing when you can survive losing a few limbs, but to the Living, that's as good as she'll get to a gun without actually getting one. She knows how to use one, which makes it even more dangerous.
Or maybe she's just grasping at straws here. It's always better to have something to do. A mission -- ugh. That's Dad in her, turning people into tools. Giving them a reason to live other than living.
Dammit. An hour. That's probably an hour in Dead-time, too. She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. Look, she's really trying her patience already, and she can't help the nagging voice that reminds her that having a Living friend here would give her better odds. Both of them would have better odds.
"It's not worth it." Not since it's probably gonna take another hour for R to shuffle his way back. As human as he can be in other ways, moving still isn't one of them. And staring. Julie's noticed that he doesn't blink, not near as much as he should. Guess she's used to it by now.
"Come on, let's keep going down here." Away from the scream. Maybe they'd be lucky enough to find whoever'd gotten that machete. As long as she was quick enough to avoid losing a limb.
This time when she peers up at him, there's a bit of a mischievous edge to her lips. She's already let that machete go. Nothing was permanent at home, she's guessing the same goes here. (It's not so bad, being alone with him. Not getting chased by the Dead or those Boney things.) "Don't tell me you're trying that 'cause you're scared of the dark down there." She didn't miss that he decided to remember this halfway down the damn escalator.
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Or maybe she's just grasping at straws here. It's always better to have something to do. A mission -- ugh. That's Dad in her, turning people into tools. Giving them a reason to live other than living.
Dammit. An hour. That's probably an hour in Dead-time, too. She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. Look, she's really trying her patience already, and she can't help the nagging voice that reminds her that having a Living friend here would give her better odds. Both of them would have better odds.
"It's not worth it." Not since it's probably gonna take another hour for R to shuffle his way back. As human as he can be in other ways, moving still isn't one of them. And staring. Julie's noticed that he doesn't blink, not near as much as he should. Guess she's used to it by now.
"Come on, let's keep going down here." Away from the scream. Maybe they'd be lucky enough to find whoever'd gotten that machete. As long as she was quick enough to avoid losing a limb.
This time when she peers up at him, there's a bit of a mischievous edge to her lips. She's already let that machete go. Nothing was permanent at home, she's guessing the same goes here. (It's not so bad, being alone with him. Not getting chased by the Dead or those Boney things.) "Don't tell me you're trying that 'cause you're scared of the dark down there." She didn't miss that he decided to remember this halfway down the damn escalator.