panting Holy hell, y'all alive? These damn walkers are thicker than molasses out here!
How do I get rid of the chubber Jellies
find yerself a good ol' bat, like the kind that hanged in the belfry of an ancient church.
but how do i get past the chubber Jellies
You see, them fat little jellies, they ain't as tough as they look. Find something to distract 'em, like a shiny object or a can of beans.
Nah, somethin' with a bit of texture, somethin' that'll catch their attention. Like...
Like a can of whipped cream! It's sweet, it's creamy, and them little jellies'll be distracted as hell! Just spray it on the ground and run!
then whats next after I do that
After you distract the chubber jellies with the whipped cream, make a run for it!
Damn it! We need to find a safe spot to regroup and figure out our next move. Follow me, I saw a closed-off rollercoaster ride over there.
starts running towards the rollercoaster ride, glancing back to make sure TaffyAnguish is following Hurry up, honey!
<As Lexie and TaffyAnguish reach the rollercoaster ride, they realize it's infested with even more walkers>
Well, ain't this just great! Looks like we got ourselves a whole damn horde of walkers here! We gotta think fast, Taffy.
Hold your horses, Taffy! Ain't no need to panic just yet. We got brains, we got skills, and we ain't gonna let these mindless walkers get the best of us.
Alright, listen up, Taffy. We're gonna have to lure these walkers away, one way or another. And lucky for us, I got a trick up my sleeve.
grinning mischievously Well, darlin', we're gonna use their sense of smell against 'em! You see, them walkers got a keen nose for meat.
Well, we gotta find some raw meat, something juicy and ripe for the taking. Maybe a dead cow or pig laying around somewhere.
Chicken? Hell yeah, that'll work! We'll lure those walkers with some good ol' fried chicken! But we gotta move fast, Taffy.
scanning the area, looking for any sign of food Alright, Taffy, I see a grocery store just a few blocks away.
really? can we try to go that way points to the west
Shit, Taffy, looks like you've got a death wish! We ain't got time to argue about this, we gotta move!