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One of the girls seems to notice them, and not even a second goes by before she graciously pulls out a gun, more smoothly than anyone Chae has ever seen. She'd be impressed if she didn't currently have at least four guns pointed directly at her face.
"Who are you?"
The girl barely even blinks. "Who are you?"
"He asked you first.”
A smaller girl next to the girl with the accent clicks her tongue, her grip on her weapon never faltering. Her hair is pink. "She asked you second!"
sometimes the real zombie apocalypse is the friends we make along the way.