[she turns around to look at him once on their way up the stairs, a mix of curiosity and concern on her face, one that quickly hardens when she smells ...]
What is that?
[it's somehow familiar to her, and she moves towards it instead of away. a dead animal? instinctively, she reaches for her gun. she didn't know what else was living here, and she didn't want to get hurt because of it.]
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What is that?
[it's somehow familiar to her, and she moves towards it instead of away. a dead animal? instinctively, she reaches for her gun. she didn't know what else was living here, and she didn't want to get hurt because of it.]