Abby spits on the ground. "Tell me about it." She can wipe her mouth and tongue off on the back of her arm all she likes, the taste is... remaining.
She groans. "God. I'm gonna hurl," and for a moment, everything feels halfway normal. They moved seamlessly around the threat, together. She still trusts Ellie to watch her back even after everything that's happened.
Crossing the room, she finally takes hold of that axe handle and rips it cleanly out of the stalker corpse for her. She's holding it out to Ellie by the head of the weapon when something lunges toward her and she drops it, slicing the heel of her hand by mistake in her haste to get out of the way. The stalker disregards her, coasting by on its momentum, and slams into Ellie, hands curled into claws, tearing at the air.
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She groans. "God. I'm gonna hurl," and for a moment, everything feels halfway normal. They moved seamlessly around the threat, together. She still trusts Ellie to watch her back even after everything that's happened.
Crossing the room, she finally takes hold of that axe handle and rips it cleanly out of the stalker corpse for her. She's holding it out to Ellie by the head of the weapon when something lunges toward her and she drops it, slicing the heel of her hand by mistake in her haste to get out of the way. The stalker disregards her, coasting by on its momentum, and slams into Ellie, hands curled into claws, tearing at the air.