[knife is out, hand on the doorknob- but she jerks her head towards Madoka, mouthing the word stay at her.
Murasa doesn't knock this time, nor does she hastily fling the door open. she slowly turns the knob, listening carefully, the walker inside still lurching back and forth. it hasn't heard them yet. that's good.
it's facing the window when Murasa slips inside, jacket torn and dotted with dried blood. she lunges for it before it can even turn, plunging her knife into the back of its head and falling upon it, the entire exchange eerily silent for something so violent. Murasa yanks the blade out and wipes it on the walker's jacket, getting a better look at it- him.
a young adult? or an older teenager. tch, whatever. she stands up, only then realizing that she'd neglected to make sure Madoka didn't trail after her when she attacked the walker.]
... We'll still have to sweep through the whole house.
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Murasa doesn't knock this time, nor does she hastily fling the door open. she slowly turns the knob, listening carefully, the walker inside still lurching back and forth. it hasn't heard them yet. that's good.
it's facing the window when Murasa slips inside, jacket torn and dotted with dried blood. she lunges for it before it can even turn, plunging her knife into the back of its head and falling upon it, the entire exchange eerily silent for something so violent. Murasa yanks the blade out and wipes it on the walker's jacket, getting a better look at it- him.
a young adult? or an older teenager. tch, whatever. she stands up, only then realizing that she'd neglected to make sure Madoka didn't trail after her when she attacked the walker.]
... We'll still have to sweep through the whole house.