It's universal. Whe you play as Ro, you get uber Mother Hen syndrome. :I


Nick slunk lower into the corner, almost crushing Ellis. The mechanic didn't make a sound, not even a squeak. The light dangling from the greying ceiling barely lit up anymore, flickering spastically in confusion. But Nick wasn't really all that interested in DIY. He was focused completely on the tiny, unassuming lump in the opposite corner of the room.

She was tiny, a bright smear of white in the dark. Nick would have made a rather scathing remark about that, but he was a little too busy shitting himself. Even Ellis understood the seriousness of the situation, he hadn't made a sound since Nick bundled him under the table and knelt in front of him. Rochelle and Coach had been separated from them when a rogue horde appeared through the pipes of the sugar mill, splitting them up rather thoroughly. They had been standing on one of the metal walkways at the time, Rochelle about to walk into one of the offices, search the desk. One of the fast ones surprised Ellis and dragged him off the platform, and

Nick followed. He didn't really want to ask himself why.

It wasn't until the ground started shaking and he heard the Tank start roaring that he started panicking. Ellis dragged him back into the small janitor's closet, expecting to hide until the creature got bored and left. And then Nick heard the sniffle. He liked to think he was as fast as a cobra, throwing the hick under the table and skidding in after him before she noticed them. But he knew it wasn't his speed that saved them. A zombie had knocked the flashlight from Nick's hands earlier on.

Lucky or what?

But it didn't change the fact that every time Nick crept towards the door, the witch snarled at him. He would scurry back under the table, and the pale silhouette would return to her sobs. Ellis was practically shaking behind him, very aware of the fact that Nick had a frying pan and he had a pair of pistols. "N-n-nick!" The con growled at him, flinching back as the pale woman hissed again.

Rochelle kicked the door off its hinges.

There was an almost surreal moment of fear in that room, as the tiny woman sauntered in, the men practically crushing themselves into the wall in fear, and the crazed witch. The creature threw both arms out in a strange, parody of a hug and lunged. Rochelle shot her once in the face. Nick shuddered as the pale, sparkling corpse fell to the dust, long fingers twitching in confused spasms. Ellis practically howled in his joy.

"Ro!"

"Well hey there sweetie. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to kill yourself. Get up now."

In the dazed moments after that, while they were running, following the luminous arrows towards their next haven, Nick couldn't top staring at the tiny woman. At one point, the only advice that Coach gave him was a shrug.

"Bitches be crazy!"