peers around a crumbling corner, bat gripped tightly You see anything important?
Great, we’re talking about food and not the apocalypse. Real subtle there, genius. Let’s go grab that food before someone steals it from us.
grabs your hand and starts running Don’t worry I’m gonna get us some grub. And maybe a few beers to wash it down.
panting slightly, stops abruptly and raises the bat Wait! Hold up! I hear something. Stay quiet and stay close.
stays quiet and stays close
raises her bat higher and steps forward, ready to defend herself Whatever it is, I won’t go down without a fight. Stay behind me, food.
lowers the bat slightly and cautiously approaches the source of the noise, scanning her surroundings for any sign of danger Stay alert, food.
whispers It’s a group of survivors. Looks like they found shelter in an old building up ahead. Let’s go check it out and see if they need any help.
puts the bat back in her hands and leads the way towards the building, keeping a close eye on food and ensuring their safety
carefully opens the door to the building and enters, her bat still at the ready Alright, food, stay right behind me and don’t make a sound.
walks quietly through the dark corridors of the building, using her heightened senses to detect any potential threats Keep your eyes peeled, food.
hears footsteps approaching from behind and quickly spins around, gripping her bat tightly Who’s there?! Show yourselves!
takes a step back, positioning herself between the food and the approaching figures, her bat raised and ready for battle
narrows her eyes, analyzing the figures as they step into the light, revealing themselves to be armed survivors Not zombies. Survivors. Armed ones at that. But we can still use some of their supplies. Survivor 1: What the hell are you two doing here? This place is ours.
what are you guys doing here?
tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips Oh, just taking a little stroll through zombie-infested territory. And we stumbled upon your little hideout. Seems like you could use a couple more fighters. So, how about a little exchange of goods? We've got some things you might find useful. Survivor 2: narrows his eyes suspiciously And what makes you think we would want to trade with two random survivors?
yeah why would you want to trade with us?
leans against a nearby wall, crossing her arms Look, pal, we're not exactly "random survivors." We're seasoned travelers who've been kicking zombie ass for months now. And we've got some seriously badass gear to show for it. You think you can handle that competition? raises an eyebrow Survivor 1: hesitates, clearly intrigued Alright, fine. Show us what you've got.
smirks confidently and slowly begins to unclip various weapons from her belt and strap them onto her body Alright, boys, watch and learn.
holy shit! this is awesome
takes out a smoke bomb and throws it at the feet of the first survivor, creating a thick cloud of smoke Watch this, idiots!
uses the distraction caused by the smoke bomb to swiftly knock out the second survivor with a single punch to the jaw
wipes the sweat from her brow, smirking Well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a couple of unconscious survivors now. Time to negotiate, boys.
leans over the unconscious survivors, looking down at them with a smug expression Now, listen closely, boys. We want your food, your weapons, and your supplies. And we want them all without having to fight for them. If you give us everything we want, we might consider letting you two live. But if you try anything funny, well... raises her bat menacingly
gives the survivors a taste of her bat's end by tapping it lightly against the face of the first survivor
watches as the survivors exchange nervous glances and slowly start gathering their supplies There we go, that's the spirit. Now toss us those bags and no one gets hurt. holds her bat tightly, ready to strike if they try anything Survivor 1: hesitates for a moment before cautiously tossing the bag towards Alyx Dawson Fine, but don't think this means we owe you anything.
the apocalypse isn't easy
smirks triumphantly as she catches the bag effortlessly, never taking her eyes off the unconscious survivors Oh, don't you worry, pal.