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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 5105262" data-attributes="member: 79171">Meanwhile...Clover stood by herself, arms crossed, trying to collect her thoughts. Koln and Ruby had just run blindly out the door after the silhouette of a man and (since I'm assuming that Lacey is still asserting her "not a babysitter" stance) Lacey had just followed them. And what had Lacey just said about a rodent? Her French was terrible!Alone, confused, frustrated, and desperately desiring a hot shower, Clover looked down at the decapitated mess at her feet. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the creature (not realizing that they were once human--Clover is not a horror/sci-fi buff, after all!) and began talking to it with disdain, "You see what you've done? If you and your brother down there hadn't had the audacity to exist in the first place, the four of us would be well on our way home by now." She rolled her eyes and kicked the zombie's head gingerly to the side. Then, she began to slowly and purposefully stalk out of the house, arms still crossed, after her ex-friends ("ex" because they were all traitors and no one would listen to her!). She began a low, complaining grumble in the back of her throat as she walked, "No one ever listens to me. I was only the valedictorian of my class. I only left high school with a 4.0 GPA. Oh. But I'm blonde. and I'm female. Clearly no one should listen to my dumb ramblings. Certainly not the only sane one in a group of the less-than-mentally stable, less-than-worldly, and less-than-virginal. Oh no! Let's just run right outside into danger with sunup in about two hours. We'll be absolutely fine..." (Clover's grumblings continue into the distance. Insert imaginative dialogue here ^.^)</blockquote>

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