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Brandy rushes to the car in a panic, fumbling with the back door before pulling it open and getting in, leaving the door open for someone behind her as she practically crawls across the back seats to the opposite side. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" she frantically repeats, more to herself than anyone in particular, as she tries several times to pull the seat belt across her body without it catching.
In what can only be described as a panicked whisper, Brandy turns and runs over to the gas station exclaiming, "They're coming! THEY'RE COMING!"
Brandy jumps at the sudden gunshots, but continues to frantically watch around the gas station for anything approaching.
Brandy jumps at the sudden noise of Jack shouting, and turns around to see what's going on. "Shhhhhh!" she hisses with wide eyes, before turning back to see if anything outside the gas station heard him.
Brandy nods and continues looking about nervously, holding the truncheon tightly in her left hand while touching the grip of the pistol at her waist with her right.
Brandy nervously backwalks to the others, keeping an eye on everything but the gas station. "What if they heard the car?" she whispers, her gaze darting from one street corner to the other. "What if we get surrounded?"
Brandy steps out of the car, gripping her truncheon tightly. "Alright...we're here..." she whispers to the others. "What now?"
Brandy holds up her phone flimsily and smiles weakly. "If there was still cell service, we'd all have maps. I honestly don't even know where they would sell maps these days."
"I really don't want to go underground. That seems like a really bad idea."
Brandy gets in the back with Mortimer. "Are we sure a car is a good idea? Won't the noise attract..." Brandy pauses, searching for the right word. After a moment, she sighs and mutters, "them?" She buckles her seat belt and pulls out the truncheon from a small leather strap at her hip, toying with the weapon nervously to distract herself.
"Isn't it just as cold up north, though?" Brandy asks, confused.
"The less time we spend out there, the better. We should have a clear idea what kind of building we'd consider 'better' than this," Brandy is quick to point out. "I don't know much about shelter, so what do you guys think we should be looking for? Do you think we could find a building with its own generator? That'd be nice."
Brandy shrugs and smiles sarcastically. "Plants...how hard could it be? But seriously, if we can't find a generator, I don't want to be here when the cold sets in."
"Is the roof accessible?" Brandy asks. "Maybe we could, like, grow food on the roof or something!" Brandy pauses for a moment, thinking. "We'd have to find seeds and stuff, like dirt and pots or whatever, though. I dunno. If we could, it would mean having to go out less, right?"
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"Not everyone ran on the grid," Brandy offers. "Maybe we can find a generator, get some gas for it? That and a space heater, and at least the cold wouldn't be as much an issue." |
