we need a weapon and we need one ASAP...
build a tower to wait out the night...
The zombies will headbutt the tower until it collapses...
could we build under ground...
get some wood on the ground...
chop down some trees...
We need something...
They have destroyed and collapsed a house i was spending the night in...Joan runs further northeast, not responding to the chatter in her head as she puts more distance between herself and the zombies immediately behind her. She pauses to tear through another pile of trash, looking for something, anything, then her desperate voice barks, sounding angry and afraid,
"Are you ghosts? Are ghosts talking to me? Did you bring me here? Did the zombies kill you?"The only place on Navezgane that i've found so far to be completely safe, is that single brick house in village X.She leans against a dead tree, her gaze desperate and wide, then she paws the map out of her pocket, scanning it frantically for anything about a village or about 'X' and not finding anything.
"Where is it, where? Is there a phone there? Does the door lock?" she begs in a raw voice.
should chop down some trees with her awesome karate skillsJoan's face twists into a terrified frown.
"I don't know karate. I'm not some superhero, I'm just a girl..." Another glance behind her, checking to make sure no zombies are near, then a longer glance at the devistation that surrounds her, how lost and alone she is, then Joan makes the weak, loose-fingered 'fist' of an utterly untrained fighter and punches the tree beside her, screaming
"Oww!" as she does.
Cringing as she finishes the punch, Joan now stares at her fist. Her hand isn't broken, the skin isn't torn.
"That... didn't hurt," she breathes in a whisper. She starts punching the tree again, her motions all desperate and fierce wild roundhouse swings, her fingers still loose but somehow still not getting broken.
"But I can't..." she starts to say on her eleventh punch, the tree seeming unaffected, then suddenly she screams as the tree emits a rending noise and begins to fall. She leaps sideways then runs backwards, trying to get away from it, watching as it smashes itself into pieces.
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Squawk, get some wood on the ground, make sticks, make club, ,run for loot, then get to house, or make A torch, using sticks and paper, SQUAWK!Joan rubs the sides of her head, then collects the wood with hands shaking from excitement and fear.
"But I don't know how to... And did you see what that tree did?" she complains, as she looks down at the wood, somehow neatly sectioned with no trace of branches, leaves, or char.
"It's not even heavy! How am I supposed to make sticks out of these trunks, the branches are gone..." Her voice trails off in wonder as her hands somehow seem to understand what to do.
Almost entranced, she turns wood into another type of wood, into another, again and again, finally seeing how to shape some of it into a club. The rest becomes a huge number of sharp wooden spikes, which seem much like the punji sticks she'd read about in history class.
"What am I, Buffy or something?"could we build under ground some where they can't get to?Emboldened, she tries, first punching one of those cinderblocks a good twenty times or so but it never shatters. She tries to punch the ground, but finds she cannot really hit it, not even when she crouches. She runs to one of the standing brick walls and punches that several times, but it too resists whatever force she is able to apply.
While she experimented with these things the sun continued its slow march across the sky. The deeper heat of afternoon starts to become noticable.
"Okay, Rupert," she says to the open air.
"Gotta aim for the head? This club can kill the zombies, right?"She turns in a slow circle, inspecting the area around. Stone, trees, cinderblocks, a few single standing walls, and a pond. Some bushes, some weeds, the occasional pile of trash, each of which she has searched as she spotted it, and none of which has had anything but paper or cloth that she can find any use for.
"What do I have to do to get out of here?"