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Zindarel feels the smoke in her eyes and nose and realizes this building won't be standing much longer.Putting her gun on her back she runs toward the exit and barrel rolls outside. Landing on one knee she quickly pulls her rifle out again and scans the remaining zombies to see if they still wanted to cause trouble.
◆Interact (to give admi to Booker)
Zindarel almost spills the potion as she gives it to Booker. "Sorry, I am not as good at this as Doc," she says as she hurries off to get into postion.
Gritting her teeth, Zindarel does her best to ignore the wave of negative energy washing over her.As she is surrounded her focus narrows to the woman yelling orders."Let us take out the lady in the hat and see if her friends lose their will to live," she yells staring straight ahead at the zombie who seems to be in charge. However, out of the corner of her eye she sees Booker and suddenly remembers Zakzak's readiness to risk his life for her on the top of those buildings. "Hold on," she mutters under her breath and slides across the table to move toward Booker.
◆Stride
"Doc our friends look to be in dire circumstances! I can try to give you cover while you help! ◆Stride
"I like Zakzak's plan unless,there are more ropes on the second floor for us to climb across to the the theater," Zindarel responds with a shrug. We made it here ok without the Zombies noticing, and even if they do notice..." Zindarel takes a moment to load, cock and looked down the barrel of her gun "We have a hell of a lot of ammo here to take care of it. Before they put Zakzak's plan in action she takes one final look on the second floor for a way across.
Zindarel makes her way back down just as the safe is opened. "That should be helpful," Zindarel says seeing the contents of the safe. She walks over to the window and looks at the zombies streaming out the front door. She looks to see what the best route to the warehouse would be and turns to her companions, "Whenever everyone is ready let us try to make our way to the warehouse"
As she begins to fall and panic grips her, Zindarel, quickly pushes the panic down and reaches out for the edge again. She's narrowly able to grip with her fingertips and hold on!
Holding on she takes a deep breath and steadies herself. Unable to get her momentum going it takes her a couple of times before she’s able to make her way across. She sees Zakzak as he readies himself to jump. ”NO ZAKZAK WAIT!
As she makes it to the other side with the other she pats Zakzak on the back and says Sorry to worry you friend but thanks for being at the ready to save me. looking at the others she continues “Sorry to worry you all” feeling as embarrassed as Zakzak felt the first time
Zindarel looks back to wave goodbye to Rickard and Maggie as she steps onto the line. Extremely confident she pays little attention as she begins crossing. As she goes to put her foot down the line is not there. She begins to fall and reaches out for the line but it is again not there. She wordlessly begins to fall in terror...
Zindarel bows in a genuine expression of gratitude. Zakzak your hard work is appreciated as always. Zindarel takes her fair share of ammo and begins limbering up for the upcoming activity. "I say we go to the Scothwel house and see if they have any other supplies we might find useful. Once we have checked it out we should sneak around the theater even more. The less contact with zombies the better."
As soon as they had entered and sat down, Zindarel had been going over the dingy bar with a critical eye. However, she had no problem with the state of the bar, many years of field training had found her inhabiting less hygienic places. Though she understood why many would think that she with her clean and neat dress would think herself better than this establishment. Instead, her critical eye was mainly surveying the bar for strategic positions and exits. "Always know the best place to get a shot off and the best way to get yourself out if that shot doesn't hit," says a voice from her past. A lesson she had taken with her everyday since a particularly grave situation occurred in Port Peril. In a bar that was similarly as dingy. Out the corner of her eye she notices Zakzak's intense concentration on his work. He certainly has a focus that nearly rivals mine when he sets his heart to it, she thinks to herself as she finishes her memorization of the bar's layout. She smiles at the occupied goblin as he requests pickles. "Yes, I think it would be best if you brought us any pickled goods that you have. I made the mistake of telling my friend here that I have never had a pickle and he has been raving about them ever since." |
