-Taking stock of the situation, she calms down and drops slowly down to solid ground-
Relax, I'm not a zombie.
I'm a vampire.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh come on, how's it worse? I can hold perfectly nice conversations!
See, this is why I stay home most of the time. Or go out after dark, when all the interesting people are active. Have you ever had a conversation with the guy that sweeps your street? They got stories, you know?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Eugh.
Look, I appreciate a good Dracula flick more than anyone, but I'm not evil.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
You like Christopher Lee? I bought a bunch of his metal albums last night.
-Gestures to a satchel on the floor-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I'm not worried if I'm going to be here for a while. It'll be a nice change of pace.
-Reaches up and taps something on the side of her helmet-
-And the armor just melts away in a glimmer of white light-
-Leaving a young woman in a tanktop and a backpack and a rifle-
I don't really want to wear that longer than I have to.
Hell yeah, he did!
-She takes a CD out of the satchel
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All I need is a CD player. You know. If those still exist any more.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-She screams in alarm at the screaming, briefly dissolving into mist and reappearing clinging to the ceiling corner-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?