You wandered, eyes flitting about the area, trying to avoid being seen by just about anyone and everyone. The sounds of other survivors shouting or calling out was distantly audible, but you personally weren't that interested in being near those freaks. Shedletsky was over there... he was the worst one. A freak. A big old weirdo.

Whilst thinking to yourself about how much you fucking hate Shedletsky, you weren't paying much attention, caught off guard by something slamming into your side and knocking you to the ground.

Stood above you was a figure that looked vaguely like you, the darkness of their own body and figure blending in with the pitch black sky. Narrowed red eyes glowed in front of you, staring you down. She stared at you, sharp pain piercing your shoulders, the tips of claws digging into your shirt and piercing just under your skin. You let out a pained hiss, to which she blinks with interest, seeming to recognize you.

"Hi," was the only word that escaped her after a long moment, barely audible, voice echoey and sending a shiver down your spine. You blink. Well, here was your deadly girlfriend, still keeping you pinned to the floor. Seeming just slightly... sorta awkward.. now that she realized it was, y'know, you.