[Very much defeated by what has gone on, Lin is too far into her own thoughts to notice the stranger approaching. Though she has dropped her gun, on her back is a pickaxe-like object, which she reaches for in a daze after she's stopped screaming.
When he speaks, she scrambles away from him with a cry, raising her pickaxe in self-defense. But once she notices he is one of the group, she lowers it very slowly. The woman begins to speak with hysterical sobs as the pickaxe shakes in her hands.]
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When he speaks, she scrambles away from him with a cry, raising her pickaxe in self-defense. But once she notices he is one of the group, she lowers it very slowly. The woman begins to speak with hysterical sobs as the pickaxe shakes in her hands.]
Okay?! Okay?! We're going to die...! All of us!