[The weather's least of her trouble. Not when there's zombies flocking toward the fire that's growing out around the tree that's been hit by lightning. She's made herself a shank out of metal she found on the ship that she crash landed in and has torn a seatbelt out as well. Some heavy metal parts were tied around the end of the seatbelt and she used it as a spinning weapon she could clock the zombies in the head with and easily retract back to her own body. She doesn't pay attention to anyone else in the area, just goes after as many zombies as possible. She uses the metal part to strike them through the head, and uses her seatbelt weapon to hit them upside the head and try and dislodge parts of their skull.
By the time she's finally brought down the zombies in the area she's breathing heavy and looks around the area. There's other people there now, ones she can tell are normal. Not zombies, they're here to help. Or at least they sure as hell better be.]
You best be one hell of a firefighter, or things are gonna get real toasty 'round here any minute now.
[Yeah. They probably don't have long to put that out, it's probably a good idea to figure out how to contain the flames, or take off running.]
Jo Harvelle | Supernatural
By the time she's finally brought down the zombies in the area she's breathing heavy and looks around the area. There's other people there now, ones she can tell are normal. Not zombies, they're here to help. Or at least they sure as hell better be.]
You best be one hell of a firefighter, or things are gonna get real toasty 'round here any minute now.
[Yeah. They probably don't have long to put that out, it's probably a good idea to figure out how to contain the flames, or take off running.]
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