I'm starting to think we should find a roof and just stay there.
[Is he joking? At this point, it's hard to say. It's certainly true that the ground seems to be getting more and more chancy with each hour; Anders can't believe the amount of bodies cramming the streets like ants swarming food left out in the open.
They're the food, which makes the comparison all the more queasy.
A narrow hall leads to a series of small, cramped rooms in the single family home they'd taken shelter in, the tick tick tick of Alphys' claws like kitten claws following along behind. The bang bang bang of undead hands evokes a somewhat less appealing association. Oh, Maker, please don't let them end up zombie food...
Marking the end of the hall is the door into the backyard. Anders peers out the door's square pane of glass.]
Well, I have some good news and bad news. The good news is they haven't found their way back here yet. The bad news is there's a fence.
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[Is he joking? At this point, it's hard to say. It's certainly true that the ground seems to be getting more and more chancy with each hour; Anders can't believe the amount of bodies cramming the streets like ants swarming food left out in the open.
They're the food, which makes the comparison all the more queasy.
A narrow hall leads to a series of small, cramped rooms in the single family home they'd taken shelter in, the tick tick tick of Alphys' claws like kitten claws following along behind. The bang bang bang of undead hands evokes a somewhat less appealing association. Oh, Maker, please don't let them end up zombie food...
Marking the end of the hall is the door into the backyard. Anders peers out the door's square pane of glass.]
Well, I have some good news and bad news. The good news is they haven't found their way back here yet. The bad news is there's a fence.