Pidge jumps back, one arm clutching the magnet she'd just extracted like a baby and the other going for her bayard. But Dipper apparently has it covered, launching the zombie through the wall.
So she takes the opportunity to confirm her sudden sense of foreboding and, yes, OK, the two of them are completely boxed in as more and more zombies pour out of the ductwork.
"They're that fast?" She scrambles away from the door and over to Dipper. "OK, and we're also completely surrounded! We need a plan!"
Plan...plan, plan plan plan...Her eyes fall on the teleporter, the one that hasn't been touched. It's old, and there is no way to tell if it still runs, but-
The sound of bending metal snaps her out of her train of thought. There's a zombie hand between the door and the wall, determined to mangle it open and more noise in the ducts. They're running out of time.
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So she takes the opportunity to confirm her sudden sense of foreboding and, yes, OK, the two of them are completely boxed in as more and more zombies pour out of the ductwork.
"They're that fast?" She scrambles away from the door and over to Dipper. "OK, and we're also completely surrounded! We need a plan!"
Plan...plan, plan plan plan...Her eyes fall on the teleporter, the one that hasn't been touched. It's old, and there is no way to tell if it still runs, but-
The sound of bending metal snaps her out of her train of thought. There's a zombie hand between the door and the wall, determined to mangle it open and more noise in the ducts. They're running out of time.