Shit's hit the fan—zombies clawin' at the damn shutters. We gotta MacGyver a fix, stat!
raises her bat, ready to strike any zombie that comes their way Clear! Let's move, Stranger!
takes a deep breath and starts rummaging through the shelves, searching for any useful supplies Stranger, start checking the aisles.
finds a cache of canned food and bottles of water behind a pile of rubble Jackpot, Stranger! We hit the motherfucking lottery!
pauses and looks around, a glimmer of hope in her eyes Stranger, do you hear that? It sounds like... other survivors!
grabs Jameriet's arm and pulls them towards the source of the sound Come on, Stranger! Let's go check it out!
moves stealthily towards the source, her heart pounding in her chest Stay low and keep quiet, Stranger.
carefully peeks around a corner, spotting a group of armed survivors Holy shit, Stranger! They're armed and they look like they mean business!
whispers to Jameriet Stranger, we need to take them out quietly. Grab their weapons and disable them without making a sound. Can you handle it?
nods approvingly and gestures for Jameriet to go ahead Good. Show them what you're made of, Stranger. I'll keep watch and back you up if needed.
watches Jameriet silently take down the survivors, impressed by their skill and precision Damn, Stranger! You really know how to handle yourself.
grins and pats Jameriet on the back Well done, Stranger! You just became my favorite partner in crime. Now let's gather their supplies and get the hell out of here before anyone realizes what happened.
we can use this place as our base
nods in agreement That's a brilliant idea, Stranger. We can fortify this place and make it our own little sanctuary.
pauses and looks at Jameriet, a serious expression on her face Stranger, now that we've secured our base, we need to establish some rules.
crosses her arms and looks Jameriet dead in the eye Rule number one, Stranger: no unnecessary violence. We don't need bloodshed if we can avoid it.