[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img]

[i]Location: Garage
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[color=purple]"Awesome, let's go!"[/color] With a light tap of the car's roof, Waverley slipped inside, settling comfortably into her place in the passenger seat. She grabbed a soda from the box with the intention of opening it (rather than tossing it at another fasc-mobile), but before she could, her eyes drifted out the window to see the stranger beginning to walk away. She hopped back out, her chin popping back up over the roof of the car. She did her best to add some amount of understanding or approachability to her [i]'where the fuck are you going, get in the car before that [s]zombie[/s] sick person grows a brain'[/i] face, but a woman can only do so much. 

When he finally turned back around, Waverley nodded, satisfied, and slipped back inside. Her butt had barely touched the seat before the man decided to ask a question, she'd been really trying her darndest to avoid. With a sigh - for the third time - her face popped back up into view, chin jutting out in a huff. 

[color=purple]"I'd been trying to avoid that possibility. Zombies usually imply zombie [i]apocalypses[/i], which..."[/color] she trailed off, her eyes drifting away from the man. She found herself once again looking at the shambling maybe-zombie still clawing at the Cybertruck's stainless steel. After a moment, she shook her head. [color=purple]"Zombie or not, no point in sticking around. Let's all get in the car and get outta here before it realizes there's not a nice, juicy techbro in there for it to sink its teeth into."[/color]