[ Sorry, the sound was her. Jean's ended up crushing a couple of zombies with a heavy cabinet, and the sound the zombies had made were sickening -- things she wished she would never need to experience again. But she's headed in Jack's direction, having sensed his thoughts in her periphery.
She's strapped a knife to her belt, as well as a few supplies in a backpack she'd picked up along the way. It's just me, she sends a message to him silently, moments before she turns up around the corner, harried but not much worse for wear. Jack is a sight for sore eyes, and the bow and arrow he wields is a curious thing, but practical in this particular climate. ]
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She's strapped a knife to her belt, as well as a few supplies in a backpack she'd picked up along the way. It's just me, she sends a message to him silently, moments before she turns up around the corner, harried but not much worse for wear. Jack is a sight for sore eyes, and the bow and arrow he wields is a curious thing, but practical in this particular climate. ]
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