"Oh my God." Her hands shake as she wipes her fingers on a rag.
Please don't be zombies, please don't be zombies, please don't be zombies.
Even under ideal conditions, zombies scare the life out of her. This is not ideal. She can't physically run. Well, she can, but it'll hurt like the dickens and she wouldn't be able to get very far.
Zombies. Good heavens, she's going to die again.
She's used to being able to swallow down her fear, make it into something constructive, but she's pale now, and trembling, and trying so hard to suppress that feeling, to be tough, to stop being such a wimp, please don't be zombies, please no one notice that she's on the edge of a freak out that would be so embarrassing.
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Please don't be zombies, please don't be zombies, please don't be zombies.
Even under ideal conditions, zombies scare the life out of her. This is not ideal. She can't physically run. Well, she can, but it'll hurt like the dickens and she wouldn't be able to get very far.
Zombies. Good heavens, she's going to die again.
She's used to being able to swallow down her fear, make it into something constructive, but she's pale now, and trembling, and trying so hard to suppress that feeling, to be tough, to stop being such a wimp, please don't be zombies, please no one notice that she's on the edge of a freak out that would be so embarrassing.