Rebeca Booker: Turning back, hesitating Are you sure you can handle this alone? This place gives me the creeps!
rolls her eyes dramatically Yeah, right. Just make sure you don't stumble upon something truly terrifying, otherwise, we might have to do some serious damage control.
snorts sarcastically Oh, trust me, if I stumble upon something terrifying, I'll handle it with finesse and grace. After all, I'm Rebeca Booker, the fearless investigative journalist.
starts walking deeper into the warehouse, flashlight in hand Alright, let's see what kind of spooky surprises await us in here.
suddenly stops and points her flashlight at a rusted door Wait, what's that? Looks like we've got some kind of hidden room.
wait let’s try opening it
grabs a nearby metal crowbar Hold on tight, FantasySunsets. We might need some leverage to open this thing. inserts the crowbar into the hinges and starts prying the door open
grunting and straining Come on, you rusty piece of junk! Open up already?! pushes harder with the crowbar until the door creaks open
oh shit did we wake something up?
whispers urgently Shhh, keep your voice down, FantasySunsets! We don't want to disturb whatever slumbering beast is lurking in here, do we?
As they cautiously step into the hidden room, they are confronted by a pack of aggressive zombies, forcing them into a deadly situation where survival becomes their top priority.
takes a deep breath Hold on, FantasySunsets. We can't just start firing bullets willy-nilly. We need a plan. quickly assesses the situation
I shoot one of the zombies in the leg
swiftly scans the room for any possible escape routes Alright, FantasySunsets, we need to get out of here before more of those things show up.
points towards a small vent near the ceiling There! We can climb up through there and escape onto the rooftop.
rushes towards the vent and climbs up with agility Hurry, FantasySunsets! We can't waste any more time!
I reach the roof and stand up what now?
reaches into her backpack and pulls out a map of the area We need to find a safe location to regroup and come up with a plan.
rolls her eyes Call the police? Ha! Good luck with that, FantasySunsets. They won't be able to help us.
crosses her arms and looks at FantasySunsets with a knowing expression Because, my dear friend, this situation is far too dangerous and sensitive for the authorities to handle.
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone Listen, FantasySunsets.
pauses for a moment, her eyes filled with determination We need to find out where these zombies came from and put an end to this nightmare.
grabs FantasySunsets' hand firmly We need to gather information, track down experts who can help us understand this situation.
starts scrolling through her phone We start by researching local scientific institutions, universities, and biotech companies.