[ It's a mad rush, her boots kicking up a tiny puff of rust-coloured dirt every time they slam down. The roof isn't far, but each foot seems to take a lifetime to cross and the sound of the undead horde gaining on them is no comfort. ]
[ She grabs a hold of the flagpole, ignoring the rotted cord that had once hoisted the American standard (or whatever country they're in; she hasn't yet placed the terrain.) Shimmying up it gives her the height to jump over to the roof, and she lands hard, rolling her legs up and dropping her hand down to the blonde girl she'd found running from the pack that she's fleeing from now. ]
With me!
[ She's only a young girl, though Natasha can see determination in her frame, practicality in the way she runs, conserving her strength. Alone, neither of them may have a chance, but together... Natasha presses her face into the rough edge of the roof, heedless of the pain, and wills her to jump high enough on the first try. ]
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[ She grabs a hold of the flagpole, ignoring the rotted cord that had once hoisted the American standard (or whatever country they're in; she hasn't yet placed the terrain.) Shimmying up it gives her the height to jump over to the roof, and she lands hard, rolling her legs up and dropping her hand down to the blonde girl she'd found running from the pack that she's fleeing from now. ]
With me!
[ She's only a young girl, though Natasha can see determination in her frame, practicality in the way she runs, conserving her strength. Alone, neither of them may have a chance, but together... Natasha presses her face into the rough edge of the roof, heedless of the pain, and wills her to jump high enough on the first try. ]