[Tim would be grateful, actually, really fucking grateful, if his world had something as comparatively mundane as zombies, or invisible zombies, or invisible zombie animals. It'd mean fewer missing memories torn free from his head and fewer blackouts and fewer headaches, and even if there was the perpetual risk of death it'd be a damn sight better than the personal risk of mental excoriation.
The thing is still barking at his heels and rapidly catching up when he catches sight of someone who is carrying a gun and wearing a - a sword on her back, apparently, because that's normal, and his smoker's cough is doing him no favors now but he manages to throw himself flat onto the ground just before the thing leaps. It arcs over his head, presumably, if the patterns of pawprints in the dust just ahead of him are any indication.]
See - d'you see it?
[Obviously not "see" it, but - hopefully it's moving enough for her to get an actual bead on it.]
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The thing is still barking at his heels and rapidly catching up when he catches sight of someone who is carrying a gun and wearing a - a sword on her back, apparently, because that's normal, and his smoker's cough is doing him no favors now but he manages to throw himself flat onto the ground just before the thing leaps. It arcs over his head, presumably, if the patterns of pawprints in the dust just ahead of him are any indication.]
See - d'you see it?
[Obviously not "see" it, but - hopefully it's moving enough for her to get an actual bead on it.]