[ The alley's a dead end. Natasha pushes up the lid of the heavy dumpster, straining with it, sweating and hating whatever had taken her strength away. She swings a leg up and over the side, and rolls through the gap, careful not to let the lid bang as she lowers it so as not to track the attention of the zombies that had been hot on her tail. ]
[ It's a breather, even if with this stink breathing isn't the nicest of activities. She allows herself the luxury of sitting down — almost collapsing, really — only to land on the familiar feel of a warm human body. ]
What the hell?
[ Natasha scrabbles around in the dark, trying to work out if it's alive, dead... or undead. She had better not have just trapped herself in here with a zombie. ]
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[ It's a breather, even if with this stink breathing isn't the nicest of activities. She allows herself the luxury of sitting down — almost collapsing, really — only to land on the familiar feel of a warm human body. ]
What the hell?
[ Natasha scrabbles around in the dark, trying to work out if it's alive, dead... or undead. She had better not have just trapped herself in here with a zombie. ]