There are a plethora of reasons this is probably a terrible idea. Julie's doing a great job of ignoring them, though it takes her a hell of a lot longer to gather herself and actually get moving to the training center than it should. It's an elevator ride away and it takes hours.
Hope wars with disbelief. It's a constant battle.
The scene she walks in on is about what she expected. It's better than, like, a corpse tied to a little post. Like a dog. Didn't people used to tie dogs like that? Keep them from snapping off the mailman's legs?
Julie's eyes catch on the zombie, secure in a chair, but drift away awkwardly. She wants to make a joke. Guess I missed some of the fun bondage, huh? But seeing him like this, the humor dies in her. Teaching a zombie to stop being cannibal doesn't seem so stupid or funny, staring her in the face.
"Hey," she greets, a little deflated herself. The door closes behind her as she moves towards the woman, holding out a hand. "You must be Joan, right? Julie." She makes a vague gesture. "How's, uh... this going?"
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Hope wars with disbelief. It's a constant battle.
The scene she walks in on is about what she expected. It's better than, like, a corpse tied to a little post. Like a dog. Didn't people used to tie dogs like that? Keep them from snapping off the mailman's legs?
Julie's eyes catch on the zombie, secure in a chair, but drift away awkwardly. She wants to make a joke. Guess I missed some of the fun bondage, huh? But seeing him like this, the humor dies in her. Teaching a zombie to stop being cannibal doesn't seem so stupid or funny, staring her in the face.
"Hey," she greets, a little deflated herself. The door closes behind her as she moves towards the woman, holding out a hand. "You must be Joan, right? Julie." She makes a vague gesture. "How's, uh... this going?"