Who:
candyasss,
axemeaquestionWhen: After the siren tonight
Where: Streets, Rochelle's apartment
Summary: Zombies.
Warnings: Violence, bad words
Not again. Not again, not again, not AGAIN.
Rochelle had been working late, trying to get on her bosses good side and then she saw them. She cracked open the door to go, pistol withdrawn and in her hand. It didn't take a genius to realize what was out there, and she slammed the door shut. Zombies. Again. Darkness and zombies, and there was no other place she could go.
Leaned against the wall and starting down at her gun, she had to think. Staying here wasn't an option, they barely had the money to Darkness-proof this place and nobody had bothered to stick around much (save her) to figure out if the defenses they had would hold up. She didn't have much money, but she wondered if she could make a run for the train station. Or something. Or--hell.
She really, REALLY didn't want to do this. And it sucked to know that she had to.
But with one big, long, deep breath, she opened the door and stepped outside.