[ She'd gone looking out for life - old habits now useful, scavenging around the island which is rapidly becoming searching through the very urban wasteland for things of use - and found herself approaching the car. She does find life at least, if in the form of someone she'd realized was missing but didn't dare ask about, not after seeing Dave's face and hearing his explanation, had the realization click into focus that zombies of loved ones isn't a fear of the future but already here. The windows are half-down which means the scent is in the air, or maybe she just thinks it is, she acknowledges, feeling like it's choking her a little with every breath. And it's almost funny, ironic, the red red red, a color she'd always associated with the Striders thanks to Dave and now - it's like a mocking parody of every childhood illusion.
Come on, Harley.
She taps on the glass of the window he's next to. ]
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Come on, Harley.
She taps on the glass of the window he's next to. ]