[Heather's slow zombie-shamble along the edge of town comes to a halt at the sound of that quiet voice. She looks over her shoulder, squinting through her good eye.]
... Hey.
... S'much as can be expected, anyway.
[She lets out a hoarse laugh that turns into a cough.]
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... Hey.
... S'much as can be expected, anyway.
[She lets out a hoarse laugh that turns into a cough.]