[When the first scream occurs, Ana just closes her eyes for a second because there's no way in hell that can be a good sign. It's not a fun scream of someone getting thrown into a pool or doused with cold water. Instead, it's the sort of scream that cuts through her core and she just takes a deep breath before she opens her eyes and touches her fingertip to the side of her glasses.
The pokemon is far closer than she wanted it to be, and a hell of a lot faster than any human she'd ever seen. Even Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes. Looking around the pool party, and seeing that everyone is dressed as ridiculously as she is, this seems like the potential for a massacre. Wishing she had a machine gun to get everyone's attention she just yells:]
Get inside! Quick as you can!
After the pool party-closed to Bucky.
[Son of a bitch. That stupid floppy hat that had somehow managed to survive crawling back to town is now gone and Ana has no idea where it's gone. Of course it'd be one of the things she actually liked in her starter closet. But now she's just dressed in her bikini and stupid sandals and it's probably not the stupidest thing that she's fought in, but it's probably close.
At least she looks better than Bucky does any rate. Not that he doesn't look good in her opinion but her swimming attire looks more dignified than his shorts. So, without thinking, she kicks her stupid sandal in the face of one of the monsters, sending him in the direction of Bucky.]
Love the trunks, darling.
June 20th-on the streets. [The Baroness would give a great deal to have her concussive guns at the moment. After all, if they could blow a hole in the building, she decided, they certainly could blow a hole in whatever the hell these happened to be. And later, she certainly would demand that everyone knew what the hell they were, not just the people who had good weapons and had come with the sheriff.
But for now, Ana swung the flaming stick like it was a sword, trying to advance, and not let any of them get behind her. She had gone to her house and changed her clothing, so she was in an exercise outfit that gave her some protection, but there were places where it had been torn to show smooth skin beneath. One more place was ripped open on her shoulder as the monster behind her got his teeth in, and Ana yelped in pain as she tried to bash the thing over it's head.
Looking around, Ana just called out for help as the thing let go and her nanomites slowly started to close over the chunk that had been removed from her skin.]
The 21st, the hospital, open
[In the end, she had come to the hospital, because Ana Lewis wasn't an idiot and there was safety in numbers. She was good, but no one was that good, and right now, she didn't feel right. Finding a nurse, Ana explained that she had been bitten, and she was sent for a shot which helped. After the shot, Ana wandered around the survivors, looking for people she cared for, people she didn't, and of course, anyone who might have information about whether or not those things were freaking zombies and they were going to be dealing with an outbreak any second.
Little did she know about Carl and what was going on elsewhere in town.
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[When the first scream occurs, Ana just closes her eyes for a second because there's no way in hell that can be a good sign. It's not a fun scream of someone getting thrown into a pool or doused with cold water. Instead, it's the sort of scream that cuts through her core and she just takes a deep breath before she opens her eyes and touches her fingertip to the side of her glasses.
The pokemon is far closer than she wanted it to be, and a hell of a lot faster than any human she'd ever seen. Even Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes. Looking around the pool party, and seeing that everyone is dressed as ridiculously as she is, this seems like the potential for a massacre. Wishing she had a machine gun to get everyone's attention she just yells:]
Get inside! Quick as you can!
After the pool party-closed to Bucky.
[Son of a bitch. That stupid floppy hat that had somehow managed to survive crawling back to town is now gone and Ana has no idea where it's gone. Of course it'd be one of the things she actually liked in her starter closet. But now she's just dressed in her bikini and stupid sandals and it's probably not the stupidest thing that she's fought in, but it's probably close.
At least she looks better than Bucky does any rate. Not that he doesn't look good in her opinion but her swimming attire looks more dignified than his shorts. So, without thinking, she kicks her stupid sandal in the face of one of the monsters, sending him in the direction of Bucky.]
Love the trunks, darling.
June 20th-on the streets.
[The Baroness would give a great deal to have her concussive guns at the moment. After all, if they could blow a hole in the building, she decided, they certainly could blow a hole in whatever the hell these happened to be. And later, she certainly would demand that everyone knew what the hell they were, not just the people who had good weapons and had come with the sheriff.
But for now, Ana swung the flaming stick like it was a sword, trying to advance, and not let any of them get behind her. She had gone to her house and changed her clothing, so she was in an exercise outfit that gave her some protection, but there were places where it had been torn to show smooth skin beneath. One more place was ripped open on her shoulder as the monster behind her got his teeth in, and Ana yelped in pain as she tried to bash the thing over it's head.
Looking around, Ana just called out for help as the thing let go and her nanomites slowly started to close over the chunk that had been removed from her skin.]
The 21st, the hospital, open
[In the end, she had come to the hospital, because Ana Lewis wasn't an idiot and there was safety in numbers. She was good, but no one was that good, and right now, she didn't feel right. Finding a nurse, Ana explained that she had been bitten, and she was sent for a shot which helped. After the shot, Ana wandered around the survivors, looking for people she cared for, people she didn't, and of course, anyone who might have information about whether or not those things were freaking zombies and they were going to be dealing with an outbreak any second.
Little did she know about Carl and what was going on elsewhere in town.
But her voice was soft when she asked:]
How ya feeling?