"I'd be more book smarts. Nerdy? Something like that," she shrugged. "Street smarts are good though. Different kind of smart. If the world were all book smarts and no street smarts, the human race would be doomed." Her gaze turned down to her hands. "And even 'smart' people get overtaken by zombies. I let one of those semi-coherent ones get the best of me. Thought it was a legitimately injured person."
Brown waves bounced as she shook her head gently from side to side. "Never barricaded myself inside a hospital or anything. Just my house with my dad. And I'll tell you, they are not much good against those huge things. Snap them in half like they're matchstick thin. Doesn't matter what you put in their way." She hadn't actually witnessed the Smasher busting in. And she was thankful for as much. But the debris it left in it's wake was nothing to be toyed with. Allison was lucky to be alive, and she knew it.
"Waffles!" Her demeanor became a happy one again and she returned her gaze to Silas. Giving him a double thumbs up, she watched as he walked away. She sunk back into the pillow a few moments later.