[ Sharon focuses on avoiding the piles and needy fingers by being quick on her toes. She's smart enough to know that if she tried to follow the other woman's example, she'd just need saved again. It takes just a handful of minutes to reach the covered porch of a shuttered home. The windows are dark and boarded and the door—Sharon turns the handle and moves to throw it open but it doesn't budge—locked.]
Fuck! [ Breathlessly. Fresh fear bubbles in her throat. The ash creatures seemed more courageous, or more hungry, because Sharon could see their heads rising up from the ground, huge mouths gaping. And, far off in the distance, there were shadows closing in. More of them.
Could they outrun them? Maybe the next house. Or the back door. Even if the other woman had infinite ammo, Sharon doesn't think there's a way to fight them all off. They didn't have a lot of options. ]
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Fuck! [ Breathlessly. Fresh fear bubbles in her throat. The ash creatures seemed more courageous, or more hungry, because Sharon could see their heads rising up from the ground, huge mouths gaping. And, far off in the distance, there were shadows closing in. More of them.
Could they outrun them? Maybe the next house. Or the back door. Even if the other woman had infinite ammo, Sharon doesn't think there's a way to fight them all off. They didn't have a lot of options. ]