There could be food in there. Weapons. Medical supplies.
[they're lacking in bandages, among other things. it's almost laughable how easier it is to find knives and ammunition lying around than it is to find a tourniquet.
Murasa doesn't wait any longer. she steps aside and the door is flung open, walker stumbling outside with a rattling groan- it used to be an old man, hollow eyes sunken and wispy beard speckled with blood, flesh dry and rotting- and Murasa launches herself at its back with practiced movements, arm swinging in a violent arch.
her knife firmly lodges itself in the back of the walker's skull before it can take another step towards Madoka. Murasa yanks it out, letting the corpse tumble to the ground with a thump.]
... If there's more they should be on their way out now. [she crouches to wipe off her blade on the corpse's dusty coat.]
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[they're lacking in bandages, among other things. it's almost laughable how easier it is to find knives and ammunition lying around than it is to find a tourniquet.
Murasa doesn't wait any longer. she steps aside and the door is flung open, walker stumbling outside with a rattling groan- it used to be an old man, hollow eyes sunken and wispy beard speckled with blood, flesh dry and rotting- and Murasa launches herself at its back with practiced movements, arm swinging in a violent arch.
her knife firmly lodges itself in the back of the walker's skull before it can take another step towards Madoka. Murasa yanks it out, letting the corpse tumble to the ground with a thump.]
... If there's more they should be on their way out now. [she crouches to wipe off her blade on the corpse's dusty coat.]