One thing Karina was never going to get used to was seeing heavily mutilated used-to-be-human creatures. It was obvious in most cases that the mutilation was pre-mortem - only lunatics would intently leave another to suffer. True, these
things didn't look like humans any more, but the fact of the matter that they were. Maybe, somewhere buried deep down under the instinctive need to maim and eat the living, the real person was still
in there and killing their undead body would finally set their soul free. At least that's what Karina wished she could believe - it made the act of actually killing the undead a little less callous.
Karina made sure to stay close to her companion's side as they slinked down the building's stairwell. Being unarmed in such a place was
terrifying to say in the least - there were
a lot of nooks and crannies that were a perfect place to hide to ambush an unsuspecting villain. And what was she going to do if a starving
undead grabbed her?
Punch it in the face? At least with a human, she could bite, kick, or scratch them to make them let go, but the dead didn't feel pain - they just kept going on with their unrest. Nothing would kill them except for destroying the head - if the world wasn't so dire and in a state of anarchy that could kill her any second, she was sure that, if given the chance, she'd come up with some pretty inventive ways to destroy the head. Mostly involving explosions.
Though, she supposed,
there's a lot of crazy in this country - there's no doubt that someone's fulfilling my dreams right now.Karina clutched both of her hands onto the guard rail, making sure to take each step slowly and carefully as to not make a sound (and to diminish
any chance of falling down the stairs, as she so often did). "
Wait," she finally said in a hushed tone, stopping dead in her tracks on the stairwell's middle landing, "
are we just going to walk out the front door? Because that's a terrible idea, what if someone sees us?" Her concern sounded like a complaint from a god-awfully shy child; but in this case, Karina supposed having that kind of attitude was a
good thing.
Her fear was justified, though: Walking out into an empty street put a rather large target on your back, and there were three options:
- If you were lucky, the dead would be the one that found you and they'd tear your face off and you'd relatively quickly.
- There was also the chance that you'd run into another living human, and there was a chance that they'd either try to tag along with you, or blow your brains out and steal your things.
- And if you were really unlucky, you'd be greeted a psycho who'd shoot your kneecaps in, steal your stuff, and then leave you laying there to be a Human Happy Meal for the undead, if you don't bleed out first.
