[she pauses at that. She was glad they ran away, but it was so close, if not for the infection, if they hadn’t been attacked by those fucking runners. So, instead, she takes another bite, and chews it over for a second, before swallowing] Good. I’m glad they did, fuck whatever they were supposed to do.

It couldn’t have been worth it. Friends? A hundred times more important than what the fuck ever was going on at that training place.

[She takes another bite, quietly mulling over the story she’d just heard]

But that was a real thing. Not a story, huh?