[He pauses, frowns. He always thinks things through carefully, but right now, they need to be moving as he thinks, so he starts heading down a street, looking around, hand still on his gun.]
I don't know if they can get inside. We should try inside first.
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I don't know if they can get inside. We should try inside first.
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Alright.
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Good. You stay close to me, okay, and yell if you see anything.
[His steps are quiet, trying not to attract attention from anyone or anything that might be roaming the streets tonight.]
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Do you think they are the real people or monsters who look like them?
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[At least, he hopes they're not real. Then he has to be the guy that shot Bobby's father, and that's never good.]
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He looked like he was already dead. He isn't dead at home.
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[He quickens his pace slightly.]
Either he isn't real, or he's died at home, and somehow been brought here.
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[She's still looking around her all the time, still shaking like a leaf.]
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[She picks up her pace to stay a little closer.]
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