[ The odd part is that Caroline is in a similar situation - yes, she can run to survive, but for how long? What for? Where to? To Beacon, perhaps, under a fake name. Doesn't sound tempting with what seems to be a new, totalitarian regime in place. To the junkers? Nothing she had heard about junker communities sounded appealing, not even compared to death-by-hungry. Of course, what she had heard doesn't necessarily need to be true, after all, just this morning, her belief system contained "being the head of a research facility for an indefinite amount of time".
She needs a moment to register Gretel as a) human, b) not as useless as Jean, and c) not a figment of her imagination. All three seem equally impossible.
Parks (who is, most likely, dead, her brain helpfully adds) had told her that hungries react to sound even faster than they pick up the human scent. She had pretended to know, but she didn't, perhaps that's why she wastes another second on pointless staring.
This is surreal.
Where did the gun come from? Better not question her savior. ]
Running. More running.
[ Her feet obey her command before she has properly processed it yet, which is a blessing, because it makes her look a little less dense. Still dense enough, probably, but they'll get over the first impression.
As long as this woman doesn't turn out to be a problem as big as a hungry.
At least with that gun, it'll be over fast. ]
Where?
[ Running and talking is bad, very bad, she can already feel her sides aching and wonders why on earth she didn't pay more attention to staying in shape. ]
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She needs a moment to register Gretel as a) human, b) not as useless as Jean, and c) not a figment of her imagination. All three seem equally impossible.
Parks (who is, most likely, dead, her brain helpfully adds) had told her that hungries react to sound even faster than they pick up the human scent. She had pretended to know, but she didn't, perhaps that's why she wastes another second on pointless staring.
This is surreal.
Where did the gun come from? Better not question her savior. ]
Running. More running.
[ Her feet obey her command before she has properly processed it yet, which is a blessing, because it makes her look a little less dense. Still dense enough, probably, but they'll get over the first impression.
As long as this woman doesn't turn out to be a problem as big as a hungry.
At least with that gun, it'll be over fast. ]
Where?
[ Running and talking is bad, very bad, she can already feel her sides aching and wonders why on earth she didn't pay more attention to staying in shape. ]