She decided that she quite liked the idea of being protected from the zombies. People had begun to make a fuss over the predicted zombie apocalypse, and you never knew what was going to happen next. "That's very kind of you." To be completely honest, she had never considered what her course of action would be in an event like that. Probably roll over and wait to die; easy, simple and effective. "I'm always a bit cold. S'why I have so many blankets." Looking a bit bashfully at the piles of blankets that littered her bed, Ania stole a glance at her closet, who held at least 10 other blankets. No matter what she wore or tried, there was always a chill that gripped her.
Another loud sound came out of her TV, and her head swung sharply to stare. She hadn't been paying too much attention up until now, and she squinted at a character that was gearing up for battle. The music began to pick up, and she caught her cue. Around the second measure of the action music, Ania began to shift her position. Her gaze was locked on the screen, apparently extremely interested in what was happening. Slowly, like a sloth switching branches, her legs found themselves on top of Hadrian's. She hadn't realised that she had been holding her breath, and she exhaled slowly. Pleased that stage one was complete, she inched closer and closer, stopping only when she was situated in the centre of his lap. Perfect. No one noticed a thing. And well, if she ended up getting pushed off, she would have to just try harder to be invisible. "Good movie choice. This is interesting." Her head tilted as she analysed a puddle of fake blood that dripped from a blade. Some movies didn't do it right, and it ended up looking every bit like coloured corn syrup. So far, the protagonist was winning the battle by far, leaving a trail of broken zombie people in his path.
Another loud sound came out of her TV, and her head swung sharply to stare. She hadn't been paying too much attention up until now, and she squinted at a character that was gearing up for battle. The music began to pick up, and she caught her cue. Around the second measure of the action music, Ania began to shift her position. Her gaze was locked on the screen, apparently extremely interested in what was happening. Slowly, like a sloth switching branches, her legs found themselves on top of Hadrian's. She hadn't realised that she had been holding her breath, and she exhaled slowly. Pleased that stage one was complete, she inched closer and closer, stopping only when she was situated in the centre of his lap. Perfect. No one noticed a thing. And well, if she ended up getting pushed off, she would have to just try harder to be invisible. "Good movie choice. This is interesting." Her head tilted as she analysed a puddle of fake blood that dripped from a blade. Some movies didn't do it right, and it ended up looking every bit like coloured corn syrup. So far, the protagonist was winning the battle by far, leaving a trail of broken zombie people in his path.