[It was times like this that she wished she had kept her music box on a chain. Wearable Z-distraction, perfect for moments when you were trapped up on a sci-fi alien pod out in the rain with a bunch of zombies trying to get at you. She's not sure how in the hell she got here, or why anyone would want to transport her to someplace like this. As far as she knows, her old "family" isn't able to get at her anymore. She should be safe.
And yet, here she is. Without her group, in a strange place.]
Back off!
[She shouts at the Z's, as if they're going to respond. They don't, of course, and Cassandra takes it upon herself to kick back the ones who are close enough and leap. She manages to hit the ground flat footed and takes off at a run, not stopping until she spots someone.]
Yeah, you're not gonna want to go that way.
[It's with a firm look that she arches both eyebrows, and waits until she hears the Z's approaching at a fast speed. Somehow, their approaching makes her look satisfied.]
Cassandra | Z Nation
And yet, here she is. Without her group, in a strange place.]
Back off!
[She shouts at the Z's, as if they're going to respond. They don't, of course, and Cassandra takes it upon herself to kick back the ones who are close enough and leap. She manages to hit the ground flat footed and takes off at a run, not stopping until she spots someone.]
Yeah, you're not gonna want to go that way.
[It's with a firm look that she arches both eyebrows, and waits until she hears the Z's approaching at a fast speed. Somehow, their approaching makes her look satisfied.]
Trust me.