She watched him stare in wonder at her arms. They irritated her occasionally, covered with these ugly scars, but he was...in wonder at that. What would it be like, being afraid of being scratched by a zombie? Being attacked by a horde? The amount of times that Rochelle had had to take an axe like the one she'd been using, and hack her way through a horde that kept clawing at her, grabbing at her, trying to drag her down...
She felt a chill go down her spine, even in the heat of the training area.
She needed to stop thinking about that. Stop worrying about zombies, about the military, what could've happened. The fact was, that she was here now. And she intended on staying, no matter what bullshit was going on.
She couldn't help but laugh at his comment about the dirt, though, reaching over and giving him a little nudge. "You'd better be careful about that, you don't look like you've got a lot of pounds to spare. But I understand. God, having a hot shower...I'd forgotten what it felt like. But, I mean...I guess we have an advantage here, huh? In the arenas? We're used to food being hard to find, to everything trying to kill us."
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She felt a chill go down her spine, even in the heat of the training area.
She needed to stop thinking about that. Stop worrying about zombies, about the military, what could've happened. The fact was, that she was here now. And she intended on staying, no matter what bullshit was going on.
She couldn't help but laugh at his comment about the dirt, though, reaching over and giving him a little nudge. "You'd better be careful about that, you don't look like you've got a lot of pounds to spare. But I understand. God, having a hot shower...I'd forgotten what it felt like. But, I mean...I guess we have an advantage here, huh? In the arenas? We're used to food being hard to find, to everything trying to kill us."