[h2]Town Of The Dead[/h2]

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Sephily's hilarious reaction to the affection thrown her way was some much-welcomed levity to the situation. Bianca was at least able to smile cheerfully as she looked around one more time for items to pick up. Hammer in one hand, sack in the other, there wasn't a whole lot to discover. The room she woke up in yielded nothing else of value, and it felt almost pointless to fashion a makeshift weapon, when the hammer already felt right in her grip anyway. Ultimately, the only supplies she could think worth taking were some foodstuffs - stale as they were, if there was absolutely nothing else to find for eating, they could only hope for the best.

Taking point for their little excursion outside, Bianca was certainly nervous... but the quickening pace of her heart rate couldn't quite be attributed to fear. Taking the first step outside, hammer raised in front of her defensively, the rmoured young woman anticipated [i]something[/i]. A hidden horde waiting outside the door, some sort of alarm to bring the zombies back, maybe even a jumpscare, but... luckily, nothing seemed to have remained. The call of the bell was too strong.

Thankfully, the air outside was much more palateable, even given the state of things beyond the inn. Bianca inhaled deeply, glad to finally partake in fresh(er) air, taking in their surroundings curiously. The relative recency of which some of the buildings had burned was lost on her, but the dire state this place had been left in told the story more than clearly enough for Bianca. If there had been no survivors within the inn, which seemed to have held up the best, then not even the most desperate of hopes could remain for someone living amongst these other buildings.

Well, they still had to rule out if the bell was rung by a person at least.

Sephily pointed out one of the buildings, one that probably had weapons inside it. Bianca wasn't sure she wanted anything to replace her trusty, lightweight tool, but if the others neded anything...

"I can take a quick peek, then," Bianca offered, handing her sack of supplies to the small elf, "I'll let ya know if they're open!"

Her tone was lighthearted, though she was dreading the possibility of finding more shambling corpses waiting for a door to be opened for them. At least this time it wasn't an enclosed space, and since it turned out zombies were weak to pulverisation, even the worst-case scenario couldn't be [i]that[/i] bad! Confidently approaching the blacksmith, Bianca soon had her hand pressed to the door, pushing at it. There was some resistance, either due to a blockade, or dust and debris accumulating so much it impeded the door. Not that it was enough to stop her, though, once Bianca decided to shove the door open with her shoulder. She flinched at the noise, realising that was probably not the smartest move, but it didn't seem to be loud enough to call back the distant, undead crowd.

Occupants of the smithy were another matter, though. Slowly bringing her free hand to the hilt of her weapon, Bianca peered inside, looking for signs of... unlife, as it were.