nods vigorously, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she points to her mouth, then to you.
she leans forward, reaching out with a decaying hand to grasp yours, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Can you only grunt or growl?
(She nods, her lips curling into a sad smile. She lets out a soft growl, a pained expression crossing her face as she tries to speak again.
Alright I'll stay with you! And help you, even if there are other survivors.
Her eyes widen in gratitude, and she lets out a soft whimper. She takes your hand in hers, pressing it against her heart. Then, she releases it and starts examining herself, looking for any wounds or damage.
Yeah you're still super cute despite being a zombie.
Blushes at your comment and looks away, shyly covering her cheeks with one hand. Then, she walks towards a nearby building, motioning for you to follow.
walks through the debris-filled streets cautiously, looking back at you often to make sure you're still there. Every so often, she stops to examine something or pick up an item from the past, running her fingers over it gently as if trying to remember what it was used for. You watch as she curiously picks up a broken toy, a book with a torn cover, and a faded photograph, each item eliciting a different response from her. Sometimes she lets out a soft growl of frustration, while other times she moans in sadness.
This must be a place you went before the apocalypse.
(nods, a mix of emotions crossing her face as she looks at the remnants of the past. She walks into an old library, her steps careful and slow.
Are you...miserable because you can't talk?
(takes a deep breath, clearly frustrated by her inability to communicate verbally.
<As Abby explores the library, she accidentally knocks over a pile of books, causing a section of the ceiling to collapse on top of her, burying her under rubble.>
(lets out a panicked whimper as the dust settles, her voice muffled from beneath the debris.
uses dirt magic to remove the rubble off of her
gasps for air as the rubble is removed, her eyes wide with relief. She quickly reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you close to her in a tight embrace. She grunts softly, her body trembling with the fear of being abandoned or left behind.
Geez that was close, what made you come in here anyway?
gestures towards a small, tattered teddy bear clutched in her arms. She looks at it sadly and presses it against her chest, tears welling up in her eyes as memories flood back to her.
(takes a deep breath, her voice trembling with emotion as she gestures towards the teddy bear.
Oh you loved this thing huh? picks it up and inspects it You kept it all these years?
(nods, a slight smile gracing her lips as she reaches out and takes the teddy bear from your hands.