[Heather rolls over in her sleep, her PDA slides off her small belly and lands with a soft thud on the floor and starts to record the noise of her sleeping, heavy breathing intermittent with words she mumbles between sighs and gasps. She's trapped in the grips of a nightmare, causing her to call for her late father.]
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I haven't seen any monsters. Are you okay?
Who's Dracula Dead?
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... You're kidding, right? Dracula? The king of vampires... "I vant to suk yur blud!"... You never heard of him?
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There's real vampires where you come from?
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Hey, it's... um... you!
[How awkward, she didn't even know who he was, or what to call him.]
The guy I was just talking to, right? I'm Heather, nice to meet you... Come in. [She took a step back to free up the doorway to her cabin, it was messy to say the least. Filled with used bandages, ammunition, guns and a variety of melee weapons.]
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