*Eats you brains*Randy: Thats a no....-sighs- See anything?
Hey that was actually pretty good >_>Karla: Nope. -turns her head back to the front, she slides her back slowly down the wall of the van leaving her sitting on the ground leaning against the bottom of the van. She stares forward but doesn't really see.
After a delayed pause she suddenly realises she's staring off into the world and reverts her eyes down to her own body. She see's she is still in costume and begins to pull at the material, rolling it through her fingers and taking in every intimate detail of the craftsmanship that has gone into making it. Whilst she carries out this motion it occurs to her that this costume is not simply a fancy dress outfit, it looks and feels as if it's been specially made. for her? no. well, not that she can remember anyway.
Why would she want it? It can't really be hers she thinks to herself as she admires the textures in her fingers. Looking back up she can see the faint silhouettes of a small group of infected slowly making there way toward her. This sight interupts her trail of thought and she forgets about figuring herself out for the time being.-
We got a few coming in.. doesn't look like too many though.