Date: 2021-10-10 05:35 pm (UTC)
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[She feels more than hears the bodies fall, watches a still shadow settle in the glass, and a different form of dread rises to fill the space. Odd, isn't it, how many ways to run for your life?]

[Her numb fingers squeeze her knife hilt as she quickly stands. Whoever it is, she resolves that she doesn't want to see them -- which will be a decision easier made now, when the figure is only shade and movement. Her strength isn't enough to actually say so, she knows. She'll try and remember the locked car door of Rick shutting her out rather than the kindness that has tiny, rotting corpses sprawled around their feet.]

[When she sees him, Carol wonders why she's not more surprised. At least she doesn't need to make efforts to look exhausted, and is glad of a reason other than his presence to look it.]

[At least, it seems, she did one thing right: they made it out alive.]
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