Brenda nodded, gulping air, bent over with hands on her knees. She was less winded by the run and more by her kneejerk fear of zombies. (She blamed Paco and Jaime and their love of all things Romero for that one.)
"I'm fine, just... augh." Reaching up she unlatched her helmet and pulled it off, tucking it under her arm. "I thought I'd have time to get you to do a quick repair for me but guess I was wrong."
Brenda was many things but zombie proof wasn't one of them, though she was pretty sure the suit Edna had built for her was bite-resistant and all that.
I think I just trumped you on the 'late' front so no worries. <3
"I'm fine, just... augh." Reaching up she unlatched her helmet and pulled it off, tucking it under her arm. "I thought I'd have time to get you to do a quick repair for me but guess I was wrong."
Brenda was many things but zombie proof wasn't one of them, though she was pretty sure the suit Edna had built for her was bite-resistant and all that.
"Are YOU alright?"