Atropos pulled the blindfold off and stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans. the area around them reflected slightly in her featureless black eyes. The hand came back out from behind her back with the spool of golden thread. She tied one end to the scissors with a neat little knot before diving to the side, swinging it in a tightly controlled arc and cutting a leaping zombie in half. The thread hummed as it moved though the air in circles and arcs, the thread cutting and the scissors bludgeoning and stabbing.

The headache started immediately as a dull throb. She could ignore it for a while but judging by the amount of food in here she may need to take a break before the end. Atropos began to swing preemptively at items of food, cutting them to pieces before anything could get out. Pausing for a moment, she shut her eyes tightly and felt the pain recede back to the dull ache. The bright light and the stark white interior of the fridge was taking its toll.