Ask what happened to Mikey and whoever the rest might be
From Create Your Own Story
"What happened here?" You ask, lowering your hands to your side. "And who are you?"
"I'm Elizabeth. I live here," she says between puffs of the cigarette. "Everyone else is dead."
You wonder if you should question that further, but from the look of the mascara running around her eyes and down her cheeks, you're not sure you should. As you look the woman over, she doesn't look infected. No blisters, no sores.
"Anything else?" She asks, looking up at you and cutting off you're staring.
