[The whole world suddenly tips sideways, and Caitlyn finds herself unceremoniously slung over Vi's shoulder. She's momentarily too dizzy to protest, only able to lie there trying to breathe through her nose in the hopes that her stomach will stop heaving. The last thing she wants to do is retch all over Vi. But once she sees concrete under Vi's feet, she pushes herself up, elbows braced against Vi's lower back, looking behind them.]
Vi, I can walk.
[The creatures don't appear to be leaving the beach, or at least they're moving slowly enough that they haven't left it yet. She should have more feelings about that, she should be more afraid or... or anything, really. It's almost as though Caitlyn's conscious mind has switched off, either from emotional overload or stress or shock, leaving her subconscious to quietly and dispassionately chug along, making mental notes, connecting dots, looking for patterns. The thing in the canal, the creature in the water just now, the hooks in the zombies' hands, the debris they were tangled in, the debris in the canal... She's not sure what it all means, yet. If she'll ever be.]
Put me down. I can show you where to go.
[She sighs, shoulders slumping, exhausted. Between the two of them, Vi is by far the more grievously injured. She shouldn't have to carry Caitlyn's weight as well as her own.]
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Vi, I can walk.
[The creatures don't appear to be leaving the beach, or at least they're moving slowly enough that they haven't left it yet. She should have more feelings about that, she should be more afraid or... or anything, really. It's almost as though Caitlyn's conscious mind has switched off, either from emotional overload or stress or shock, leaving her subconscious to quietly and dispassionately chug along, making mental notes, connecting dots, looking for patterns. The thing in the canal, the creature in the water just now, the hooks in the zombies' hands, the debris they were tangled in, the debris in the canal... She's not sure what it all means, yet. If she'll ever be.]
Put me down. I can show you where to go.
[She sighs, shoulders slumping, exhausted. Between the two of them, Vi is by far the more grievously injured. She shouldn't have to carry Caitlyn's weight as well as her own.]