( She mumbles something once they're inside, digging around in her pockets for her keys. For a moment she thinks she may have left them in her jacket, but the bulge under her hand when she pats her thigh tells a different story.
Jingling as she pulls them free of her pocket, Mia realizes her answer isn't going to be entirely reassuring. )
The first floor!
( She half shouts it back, for much the same reason as he does -- she's not right next to the gun, but loud doesn't become soft just for five feet of general difference. )
Apartment 108, down the hall!
( Zombies don't break through windows, do they? Regardless, armed and ready with her key, she manages not to fumble the lock and open the door, calling out when she's barely over the threshold. )
Scatty! Roslyn? Are you here?
( Her eyes flick to the living room window. It's intact. One down, three to go. )
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Jingling as she pulls them free of her pocket, Mia realizes her answer isn't going to be entirely reassuring. )
The first floor!
( She half shouts it back, for much the same reason as he does -- she's not right next to the gun, but loud doesn't become soft just for five feet of general difference. )
Apartment 108, down the hall!
( Zombies don't break through windows, do they? Regardless, armed and ready with her key, she manages not to fumble the lock and open the door, calling out when she's barely over the threshold. )
Scatty! Roslyn? Are you here?
( Her eyes flick to the living room window. It's intact. One down, three to go. )