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[ She feels like explaining in words would be useless compared to the sheer effectiveness of holding her phone out to the gaping, groaning mouth of one of the walkers trying to force its way through the chain lock and letting him listen to those lovely sounds for a bit.

Now that you know what she's 'going on about', she's back on the phone. ]

I can't tell how many there are or where the hell they came from, but they're damn hungry.

[ Then there's the sound of shattering glass, a curse under Andrea's breath, after a minute, a couple of gunshots. ]

They got in. I don't-... I'm three stories up. [ How the fuck they got in through the window, she hasn't got the slightest clue. A couple more shots, and then a sudden silence. And in a hushed, almost shocked tone: ] Amy. [ Sorry, Shane, she's setting the phone down then, so anything you say is pretty much wasted. ]

[As soon as he hears that last word, his Dreamberry is being shoved into his pocket. Minutes of digging around his apartment produce his Glock, his belt and holster (for said Glock), and a nice assault rifle. Shane has absolutely no idea what's going on, but the noises he heard coming through the speaker on his phone were unmistakeable. There is absolutely no way they could be anything but those sons of bitches he knew all too well.

He'll be there in a few minutes, Andrea. Just gotta get across the street and up into your building.

You may or may not hear gunfire. If you do, it's probably because he discovered that he has company, too. He'll be bringing an entire herd with him... Sorry about that.]

[ His herd and her herd are gonna blend in just a minute here, especially considering hers are coming in three different windows now and the wooden front door is splintering.

And Andrea's trying to keep up as best she can, shooting the ones that get too close, but that's a little hard considering she can't take her eyes off of her sister. She's exactly as Andrea last saw her, bullet-hole and all. And she's approaching just like the other zombies, but slower, so the others stagger past her for the slaughter. It's like she's as shocked to see Andrea as Andrea is to see her, but there's no shock in her lifeless eyes.

By the time Shane arrives, the floor's a mess of bodies from what must have been wave one of the invasion, and Andrea's on the floor with her back to the wall, gun pointed at Amy's head. She looks utterly and miserably horrified, and for good reason--the last four shots all went straight through Amy's skull, and the undead girl's still approaching. Andrea's gun hand's shaking now, and her breathing's fast and unsteady. Even when Shane shows up, her gaze is transfixed on the body of her sister.

Sorry, Shane. Andrea is not okay. ]

ANDREA!!

[Shane shouts over the gunfire, eyes momentarily catching a glimpse of Andrea and her sister before his attention is stolen from some jackass coming at him from the hallway. One bullet, straight through the forehead. A second bullet, right at the temple of another one coming in his direction.

The closest one is down at the other end of the hallway, giving Shane a minute to get through the door before another is coming at him full speed.]

Andrea, you know what you gotta do! Shoot!!

[And do it now because, in about 10 seconds, he'll be aiming his rifle at what used to be Amy.]

It won't--! [ 'It won't fucking die!' is her aim, but she only gets two words out before her throat closes around her otherwise ragged shout. And to demonstrate, she's putting the rest of her clip through Amy's skull, one by one. There were only four left--the first three stagger the zombie back, the last knocks it on its ass, but then it's dragging itself haphazardly back onto its feet and approaching with a faint undead moan.

Andrea's breath hitches, and she's shaking her head, pressing harder back against the wall as if escape were a thing that was possible. ]

God dammit, what the fuck is goin' on?!

[A few steps across the room and he unloads a shot right into the walker's head, her body falling a few feet in front of Andrea. His eyes meet hers for a brief second before he turns to fire a shot at the window and another toward the door.]

Andrea, God I... [A deep breath] You okay?

Yeah. [ But that comes after a pause, and it's shaky at best. She's trying to be, she really is. In fact, she's standing up now, though one hand's on the wall for a second to steady herself. ] I just-... I guess I'm a little confused, that's all. [ Her tone suggests that 'confused' is more like 'blindsided and kind of horrified, ngl' but she's not about to say that. ]

[A moment's hesitation before he crosses the room to stand next to Andrea, a look of concern on his face and a little flash of fear in his eyes.]

We better get outta this building and find somewhere safe. They're all out in the halls, this place is gone. [And, really, he doesn't know what else to do.] I ain't gotta clue what's goin' on. I never thought I'd have to see one of these fuckers again, but this place... I swear, this place just keeps on throwin' me curveballs.

[ For a second, it doesn't seem like she's going to reply. Her gaze ends up back on Amy, despite everything. But then she's reaching out to snag him by the arm (more a 'hey, Shane' than any actual dragging) and heading for the window with the fire escape. There are zombies there, too, but the fact stands that walkers can't climb ladders. However they got up there, the four or five directly pressing against the window are gonna be the only ones. Then they've got a clear path down to ground level. In theory, anyway.

She's lifting her gun to try to shoot them each in the head, but only a second later remembers that she used the last of her clip on Amy and her spare's in the bedroom that is now somehow filled with walkers. ]

Oh, hell no, you ain't goin' out there without a loaded gun.

[Without hesitation, Shane pulls the Glock 17 from his belt and hands it to Andrea. She has two options: use his pistol or sit tight while he goes to get the spare out of her bedroom.]

Take it.

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