[Hanna is injured. Not from one of the undead creatures that are attacking the small city they're trapped in, but from her own ignorance and recklessness. She's used to being forced to survive in extreme circumstances, in various environments, but during her training growing up she's always been allowed time to rest. Here, she doesn't get that luxury and it leaves her judgment calls not quite up to par.
So a jump down from a roof doesn't end in a proper tuck and roll, and her leg ends up scraping along the blade of the machete she is carrying. She refuses to cry out in pain and only gives out a soft gasp of air, and glances up to look around her.
She's surprised to see a woman there, and despite the pain in her leg she grips hold of the machete and takes on a defensive pose. From behind her, she can hear the telltale sounds of the undead closing in upon them. Her eyes widen, and she attempts to scramble up to her feet.]
Sometimes there is no shame in running. [This is said for her own benefit, but doesn't think it will hurt the stranger to hear it as well.]
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So a jump down from a roof doesn't end in a proper tuck and roll, and her leg ends up scraping along the blade of the machete she is carrying. She refuses to cry out in pain and only gives out a soft gasp of air, and glances up to look around her.
She's surprised to see a woman there, and despite the pain in her leg she grips hold of the machete and takes on a defensive pose. From behind her, she can hear the telltale sounds of the undead closing in upon them. Her eyes widen, and she attempts to scramble up to her feet.]
Sometimes there is no shame in running. [This is said for her own benefit, but doesn't think it will hurt the stranger to hear it as well.]