[ Visual | The aftermath isn't where you want to stand ]
Jenny pops up on the tablet, haggard, exhausted, and in need of a long bath. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it to clear her throat before trying again.
"Morning, Taxon. It looks like the worst of it is over. Most of the zombies are dead, but there are a few stragglers, so keep your guard up. The hatches still don't work, or the electricity, and we've got bodies piled up in the streets, scattered fires, the works." She takes a deep breath. "There have been some casualties. Other than the Extras, I mean. We should...probably compile some sort of list, I think."
She looks like she might say more, but she stops. This would all be normal behavior coming from a normal person, but this is Jenny, she of eternal optimism, she who takes joy in vanquishing evil. Something is plainly wrong, despite the fairly good news.
"Morning, Taxon. It looks like the worst of it is over. Most of the zombies are dead, but there are a few stragglers, so keep your guard up. The hatches still don't work, or the electricity, and we've got bodies piled up in the streets, scattered fires, the works." She takes a deep breath. "There have been some casualties. Other than the Extras, I mean. We should...probably compile some sort of list, I think."
She looks like she might say more, but she stops. This would all be normal behavior coming from a normal person, but this is Jenny, she of eternal optimism, she who takes joy in vanquishing evil. Something is plainly wrong, despite the fairly good news.