Re: Hotel -> Lost: Jules & Kitane
[Jules was still laughing as she pushed herself up out of the sand. Her chest was tightly clenched in fear, and every hair on her arms were standing on end. There was a difference in knowingly throwing herself into the abyss where death could be on the end of any moonsault and when death was coming after her directly. The first was thrilling. This was almost nightmare material. Even if the relief of being alive flooded her senses, she couldn't help the residual nerves. Those nerves manifested as giggles. Laughter helped chase all the bad feelings away.]
The good sticks and stuff are going to be further inland. [Weapons would be good. Unless some other form of plantlife attacked Kitane and Jules beat her leg into a bloody pulp. That wouldn't be good. Maybe she should stick to running away and chokeholds. Not that a chokehold would do anything to a zombie. That could prove to be a problem.] Maybe there's something weaponish in those tents? [She pointed up the beach at the treeline, where the survivor camp was, before picking up her boots. They were heavy. Yeah, these would work in a pinch! Jules slung them to one side, holding them like she was going to bat for the White Sox.] We've got this. We're good.
No zombies better come attack us! We're just going to go, okay? You can have your beach back. [Jules yelled out to no one in particular. It was a general warning to anyone that could be hiding out there. She didn't want to fight, she only wanted to relax. Hopefully they would leave Jules and Kitane alone if they didn't think the girls were a threat. Right? Well, assuming that zombies could understand them.
The Mission Impossible theme may as well have been playing with the way Jules was 'sneaking' up to the camp after taking Kitane's hand. Long cartoonish steps followed by teeny tiny tippy toe shuffling to get behind a palm tree. Recon. That's what she was doing. Keeping an eye out for the Charlies in the trees. (Oh, if only she realized how ironic that was given where they were.) She peered warily around at the camp, her eyes two sharp slits while she investigated. Her face squinched up when she turned back to Kitane, the Pink Panther act dropped.] I don't think there's anyone here. This place looks abandoned. No splayed guts or half-eaten corpses. That's a good thing, yeah? [She was a little disappointed, sure. Who doesn't want to see a zombie for real just one time? But it was still nice to assume that they were safe for the time being.] Maybe we can take those support branches? They aren't holding up that tarp anymore, and they're thick enough to poke zombies back I think? They look sturdy. Let's grab them and make a run for the door?