The roof, Saturday afternoon

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Priestly had gotten up the energy to head for higher ground, today. He was perched crosslegged on the edge of the roof, his zombie-beating stick on one side of him, his phone on the other, looking out over the school grounds. His theory was that, from here, he could spot any approaching zombie threat and be prepared

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While everyone else, it seemed, was out rallying to take on zombies, Angela settled for getting her fresh air in a slightly safer environment, by heading up to the roof.

With the amount of sleep she'd been getting lately, she needed the breeze to stop her from dozing off and ending up dreaming about this, something that was inevitably worse than thinking about it when she was awake.

She raised a hand in a vague wave of greeting to Priestly.

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Priestly waved back. "How ya doing?"

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"Well, I'm still here," she replied, wandering over. It was about as close to positive she could do without lying her ass off. "You?"

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"Also still here. Trying to decide if that's good or not, what with the undead wandering around."

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"I think trying to leave at this point would be less than sane," Angela pointed out, looking down at the movement below them and barely repressing a shudder.

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"God, yeah. Leave the zombie fighting to the zombie fighters."

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Angela shook her head, sitting down nearby. No, that side of things was definitely not for her.

"Found your own way of dealing?" she guessed, glancing at Priestly.

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Priestly took a drag from his joint and nodded. "Figured it couldn't hurt."

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"I'm guessing, the number, the better," Angela agreed.

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"Hurley's a zombie. I ended up takin' his ear off with a stick."

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Angela closed her eyes in an attempt to ward off the image those words brought on.

"God, I know. Believe me, I know."

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"Kinda makes you think, huh?"

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"I'm trying not to," Angela admitted.

Largely, because if she kept thinking about it too much she'd end up a crying mess again.

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"You wanna hit?"

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Angela looked at him again, tearing her eyes away from the scene unfolding below.

"Is it helping?" she asked after a moment.

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Priestly shrugged. "It's not hurting."

It might later. But for now, it wasn't.