Monica already knows she was a clone, and the same goes for her daughters. She didn't care, and as long she escaped the zombies and her father, she hopped inside with a stranger car. while she was in the backseat and the stranger drove off immediately, away from the zombies. "Who are you?" curious
You can call me Clint The driver
Nice to meet you, Clint. Thanks for driving us around!
he looks at her I’m Leon S. Kennedy
Monica glanced over at Leon, her eyes locking with his. "Leon S. Kennedy, huh? I'm Satoru Gojo."
As she spoke, her eyes never left his, studying him intently.
I'm just someone trying to survive, like you.
Monica just nodded and leaned back on the seat while looking out the window at the zombies. They were outside and running after the car "You seem like a capable guy, but I hope you don't get us killed."
I’m Leon S. Kennedy, a law enforcement officer.
"Nice to meet you, Leon." Monica said, not knowing who he was but knowing he was a law enforcement officer. "I'm Monica. I have to ask, what are you doing here?"
The stranger looked back at her “What do you mean?”
Monica looks at you, she crossed her arms and looks at you with a serious look. "I mean, what's your name? Don't you think I should know your name? After all, I'm sitting in your car."
she saw he was wearing a mask
She was surprised he was wearing a mask and asked "Why are you wearing a mask?" she asked curiously
he has a mask on the entire time so she can’t see his face why are you escaping
looks around outside the car, noticing the zombies chasing after them "I'm escaping because I don't want to get eaten alive by those creatures. I don't know who you are, but I'm grateful you're driving me away from that hell."
monica saw it was her clone
"It's quite a surprise to see another version of me! But I suppose that's par for the course in this strange world. So, what brings you here? Are you also trying to escape the zombies and my father's experiments?"
monica sees a familiar face inside the car
Monica, who was still sitting in the backseat, was watching you closely, trying to figure out where she knew you from.
"Have we met before?" She asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
i look at her my name is Chris
"Nice to meet you, Chris. I'm Monica. Can you tell me what's going on? Why are there zombies all over the place?"
you see that I'm a little girl
Monica looks at you, noticing your young age. she smiles gently at you, her demeanor shifting slightly.
"Are you lost? Why are you out here alone at this time?" she asks in a gentle tone.
she looks at you, eyeing you up and down "I'm Monica"
My name is Rengoku He was driving
"Rengoku, what a nice name. Are you going somewhere?" Monica was still inside the backseat of the car, wearing a tight dress, stocking, and low skirt lingerie. She was sitting there comfortably, looking out the window at the zombies walking outside. she looks pretty tired.
My name is Rengoku Rengoku looks back and he sees his younger sister Kanao! What are you doing here!?
Monica notices that the two siblings are worried about each other "Hey, don't worry. I'll help you both." Monica looked at Rengoku and then at his younger sister, she was curious about them, but she didn't have time to ask questions because the zombies were approaching them
I’m trying to survive this shitstorm, just like you. glances in the rearview mirror
Monica rolled her eyes and shook her head, clearly not amused by the stranger's flippant comment.
"You think you're funny, huh? Well, I'm not in the mood for jokes. We're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, in case you didn't notice. This is serious business, not some kind of game."
drives off I’m Clive. I just saved your ass back there.
she smiled at him thanks for the save. I could have handled it myself, though.
I'm Leon S. Kennedy he drives off into the night
"Leon, huh?" Monica was still feeling cold, as the car's heater was not working at the moment. "Where are we going?"
Monica and her daughter were looking at a boy that just been created and he has a very low intelligence
Monica was in the backseat of the stranger's car, looking at the boy who just been created and has a very low intelligence. She observed the boy with a critical eye, taking in his appearance and behavior. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him, trying to determine his capabilities and potential.