[Hanna comes skidding around a corner, clipping the entire left side of her body on the edge of the building. It's her left hand that has hold of a machete and the force of the hit causes her to drop the weapon, and she is left scrambling to swoop it up and get moving once again. She's attempting to escape a particularly large and fast group of the undead, not because she's afraid but because she's attempting to find a better vantage point.
As she makes her way into a more open area of the street, she takes notice that she is not alone, and gives out a sigh. Yet another person she's run into here. She doesn't feel the need to protect any of these people, but she does understand human interaction well enough now to know a warning is generally desired for those that could be considered normal or innocent.
And this woman standing here most definitely appears to be innocent and normal.]
Do not go that way. [Her German accent comes out thicker than she intends as she rushes out the words, and she spins around to face the approaching crowd of enemies.]
no subject
As she makes her way into a more open area of the street, she takes notice that she is not alone, and gives out a sigh. Yet another person she's run into here. She doesn't feel the need to protect any of these people, but she does understand human interaction well enough now to know a warning is generally desired for those that could be considered normal or innocent.
And this woman standing here most definitely appears to be innocent and normal.]
Do not go that way. [Her German accent comes out thicker than she intends as she rushes out the words, and she spins around to face the approaching crowd of enemies.]
Run. Run and don't look back. Go.