Oh, ew!

[ As if waking up in an entirely foreign place wasn’t bad enough, now there are zombies? Fuck that noise. The disgusted cry comes immediately after the slimy tongue of Smoker wraps around her arms and torso.] I don’t know what type of lady you think I am, but-

[ Unfortunately, her attempt to be clever is cut off as she’s suddenly yanked forward with a squeal. Help? Anyone? She’d really like to not have her brains eaten on the first day here. Even if it would make for a funny story later. ]

What the absolute fuck.

[ Blunt? Yes. Truthful? Also yes. Of all the ways Rose had imagined her day going, this had definitely not been one of the possibilities.

She’s actually not squeamish in the least; tearing this guy’s heart out and putting it on the pedestal with her strength would be almost effortless. Unless they wanted it completely intact. Then things might get tricky. Still, that doesn’t change the fact of how messed up this all is. A million questions rattle around in her mind all vying for her focus at once (Who is this guy? Are they going to get blamed for his death? Why them?) but she doesn’t have answers for any of them. ]

I, uh. I don’t suppose you’re familiar with open heart surgery techniques at all, are you?

[ she says, to whatever poor unfortunate soul happens to be trapped in here with her. ]

[ This place might be in ruins but it still has to have food somewhere. Even if she has to resort to hunting down prey herself, Rose wouldn’t mind all that much if it meant putting something in her growling stomach. Hunger is usually easier to ignore but the stress of being in an entirely different plane of existence (again) is just a tad bit overwhelming. Which leads her to becoming just slightly hangry when she usually wouldn’t be.

The blond finally catches a whiff of something delicious, however, and practically beelines for the source of the smell. Is that… a bacon cheeseburger? The woman practically presses herself to the glass trying to see better into whatever restaurant this may be. She goes for the door, naturally, only to find it locked. And she’s not about to shatter that ornate glass… So, instead, she knocks on the door and (if that doesn’t yield any results) the window. Let her in.

She looks awfully silly, admittedly, continuously tapping her knuckles against practically every hard surface of the building she can find to get some attention.]