Woman with a gun... flying monsters. Okay, hang on to the nerd with the stabbing fork and follow the woman with the gun into the trees. She could definitely do this. She even stopped screaming. Though she was gasping a bit because wind sprints were not actually part of her job description when her regular routine involved working out enough in the gym to stay trim and standing for hours in weird poses before a camera.<br/><br/>The shrieking lizard-bat things were swarming overhead but they didn't dive into the trees. In Jenny's mind that meant just maybe they were safe. She slumped against a tree and put her hands on her knees as she bent over and gasped for breath in deep panting shudders of her torso.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><br/>
"What, the fuck, are those?" </span>She managed to get out as she felt like she was going to fall over. She could feel the world spinning around her and she wasn't sure what was going on still. She had thought maybe someone roofied her and dumped her somewhere in the midwest or something. But she was pretty damned sure Nebraska didn't have giant flying... dinosaurs? Or white lions. Might have hot girls with machine guns.<br/><br/>She looked over at Marcus to see if he had survived the run, not really grasping she had dragged him like a kite. Then she looked to figure out where Cassandra was. Not knowing her name... she winged her introduction.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Gun Babe... Uh, Mark? You guys dead or alive or... you're not werewolves right?" </span><br/><br/>She should have felt stupid to ask; but really it seemed like that kind of day.