Luanne covered her ears as Dot fired blindly into the crowd of walkers. By the time she was done, even more started coming for them and Dot had run away. She wouldn't blame her sister, as the girl was weak, but it occurred to Luanne that protecting her was going to be a tougher job than she had first imagined.

"Dammit Dottie, how'm I s'posed ta protec'chu if'n y'all go runnin' off like ya do?!"

Most of the other group had already run after her sister, and things were about as fucked as they could get in the pharmacy, so Luanne followed suit, swearing as she went. She just wanted to wake up, have a bowl of grits, and head off to school. She wanted to, but she couldn't. It was frustrating and nauseating and she was angry as Hell. When she reached the group near the back door, she brandished her baseball bat at them menacingly.

"You stupid sons o' bitches," she announced to the two women who were already there, "Everythin' was goin' fine 'til y'all showed up! You got any idea what'chu did, breakin' our burricade? Dern near killed us! Hell, might [i]still[/i] kill us if'n we don't get outta hurr. Where the fuck is m' gatdam comp- comper- m'damn com-pants-station!?"

As far as Luanne was concerned, these damn yanks could just stay back and beat off the deadies until she and Dot were safe and sound. Who the Hell did they think they were?