[Kanaya shows up in a bright blue kimono with a teal slip underneath. She wanted to strike a balance between the imagined special nature of the ocassion and the reality that she would be doing menial labor.
Is that assumption entirely true, though? There are noises, and shadows; anxious whispers circulate among the other Transports, and her glowing skin, which they increasingly depend upon for light, begins to flicker a little more frequently with her doubt. Several minutes into the exploration, she finally voices her suspicions to a traveling companion.]
...do you hear something. Because I can definitely - scent something.
06:30
[At the very beginning, she kills zombies like she kills people - screaming and slashing them in half with her chainsaw. This is much less effective on the necromorphs than she expected, though. They continue to be animated, in sync, like a marionette.
Becoming borderline panicked, she cries out in rage--] Why won't you things please just STOP MOVING?
19:45
[What is Kanaya doing in the closet? Human stigma against homosexuality aside, she has to get away from the zombies for a while, because she knows what time it is. The network's going to go back up any minute now, and if someone's going to tell people what's going on it might as well be someone relatively resilient against getting necronommed.
When her screen lights up, her overjoyed whisper hits a high note.] Finally!
36:00
[After a day and a half straight of the invasion, she has a routine. Chainsaw the necromorph's head off first, they're more intelligent than they look. The left and right limb next, to throw them off balance. Cut the body on the floor in half above the waist to separate the torso from the legs; and finally separate the legs from each other. She has the emotion of a surgeon and the precision of a video game player.
There's just one problem. She has neither a pyrotechnic nor psychokinetic weapon, so an increasingly obtrusive trail of remmants emerges in her wake. Getting frustrated with this state of affairs, she asks other Transports in the area--]
Excuse me, could you help finish up here?
44:15
[Everybody loves a good food run, right? There are plenty of perfectly safe transports to thank for Kanaya's ability to coordinate the substances they need to cram into this box and have her run over, very fast - she might run into somebody or knock something over in the process. She arrives with a wide grin on her face though, fangs showing.] Here you go. This is breakfast.
[Just ignore how she's very thoroughly contaminated with guts apart from some mismatched mittens on her hands to keep the package clean.]
68:30
[Given how rarely she has left the scene of the infection, Kanaya is at this point in time an utter mess. Her kimono hangs open almost like a purple trench coat, making her slip the primary garment during these final hours. Her makeup has smeared into streaks beneath her eyes and around her mouth, easily mistaken for very messy war paint. Exhaustion is exclusively emotional for her; spending so much time alert and afraid is draining, but her body is already a husk. She can still stand upright, after all this.
By now enough zombies have been killed that she can be found doing nothing more than listlessly nudging body parts into a pile with her boot.]
Kanaya Maryam | OTA | Teenage Vampire Dismembering Zombies By Chainsaw
[Kanaya shows up in a bright blue kimono with a teal slip underneath. She wanted to strike a balance between the imagined special nature of the ocassion and the reality that she would be doing menial labor.
Is that assumption entirely true, though? There are noises, and shadows; anxious whispers circulate among the other Transports, and her glowing skin, which they increasingly depend upon for light, begins to flicker a little more frequently with her doubt. Several minutes into the exploration, she finally voices her suspicions to a traveling companion.]
...do you hear something. Because I can definitely - scent something.
06:30
[At the very beginning, she kills zombies like she kills people - screaming and slashing them in half with her chainsaw. This is much less effective on the necromorphs than she expected, though. They continue to be animated, in sync, like a marionette.
Becoming borderline panicked, she cries out in rage--] Why won't you things please just STOP MOVING?
19:45
[What is Kanaya doing in the closet? Human stigma against homosexuality aside, she has to get away from the zombies for a while, because she knows what time it is. The network's going to go back up any minute now, and if someone's going to tell people what's going on it might as well be someone relatively resilient against getting necronommed.
When her screen lights up, her overjoyed whisper hits a high note.] Finally!
36:00
[After a day and a half straight of the invasion, she has a routine. Chainsaw the necromorph's head off first, they're more intelligent than they look. The left and right limb next, to throw them off balance. Cut the body on the floor in half above the waist to separate the torso from the legs; and finally separate the legs from each other. She has the emotion of a surgeon and the precision of a video game player.
There's just one problem. She has neither a pyrotechnic nor psychokinetic weapon, so an increasingly obtrusive trail of remmants emerges in her wake. Getting frustrated with this state of affairs, she asks other Transports in the area--]
Excuse me, could you help finish up here?
44:15
[Everybody loves a good food run, right? There are plenty of perfectly safe transports to thank for Kanaya's ability to coordinate the substances they need to cram into this box and have her run over, very fast - she might run into somebody or knock something over in the process. She arrives with a wide grin on her face though, fangs showing.] Here you go. This is breakfast.
[Just ignore how she's very thoroughly contaminated with guts apart from some mismatched mittens on her hands to keep the package clean.]
68:30
[Given how rarely she has left the scene of the infection, Kanaya is at this point in time an utter mess. Her kimono hangs open almost like a purple trench coat, making her slip the primary garment during these final hours. Her makeup has smeared into streaks beneath her eyes and around her mouth, easily mistaken for very messy war paint. Exhaustion is exclusively emotional for her; spending so much time alert and afraid is draining, but her body is already a husk. She can still stand upright, after all this.
By now enough zombies have been killed that she can be found doing nothing more than listlessly nudging body parts into a pile with her boot.]