[Mark Skarr]

NPC (Character’s Mother): *Screams*
Me: “Keep it down, I’m trying to sleep!”
NPC: Bursting into my bedroom, “Arin, are you alright!?”
Me: “No: you’re waking me up! I didn’t get to sleep until 8!”
NPC: “Your cheerleading outfit is covered with blood! What happened?”
Me: “Oh, that. That was just from triage.”
NPC: “What were you doing in triage!?”
Me: “Well, the SWAT team wouldn’t let me go back to the front.”
NPC: “The front of what?”
Me: “Another rift opened last night. The SWAT guys made me stay with the EMTs so I helped out with triage.”
NPC: “Why was the SWAT team there?”
Me: “Because of the zombies that came out of the rift.”
NPC: “THERE WERE ZOMBIES IN THE RIFT?!”
Me: “Yeah. And not slow, plodding zombies, more like Romero-zombies, they were fast-ish.”
NPC: “And you never thought to run away?!”
Me: “Mom, it really is okay. I mean: I was just helping the EMTs out in triage while the SWAT team was busy putting down zombies that crawled out of some otherworldly rift in the ground.”
NPC: “You are never leaving the house again, young lady!”