Exile

"Fckngpssffshhhtt!"

Judy found it increasingly hard to breathe through the rage, pain and sorrow. The Neon's hand around their throat didn't help either. The man looked to be around 50 while wearing a leather jacket that would have made a perfect fit for a mid-life crisis, unlike the tell-tale bright yellow skin over his eyes which also indicated that there was no life to mid-live in this dude. With his second hand, he was rummaging through the pockets of said jacket. Probably for a knife, Judy gathered while straning against his grip. He was likely literally out for blood, like the lady behind him who was in the process of cutting Pete's throat after knocking him out and hanging him up by the legs. Particularly thorough, that one.

"Leave me some of that. This one might still be useful.", Leather Jacket called out while turning his head to her, not searching his pockets any longer. Butcher Lady slid a bucket under Judy's co-victim. It would not take long to fill, by the looks of it. She shrugged.

"How about that." Fake Midlife-Crisis had turned back to Judy. "We make you one of ours. Not only do you get to live, you get to live forever." He paused as he bent his elbow to get closer to their face. "And for that, you will point us to the settlement you came from." Another pause. He sure liked his drama. "Or you end up like your friend over there, your choice."

"FCKFF!" The guy's arms were just slightly longer than their own, so him coming closer was exactly what Judy had needed. Killing the Neon without a weapon was all but impossible, but stalling him might just work. They quickly put one hand on the guy's forehead and grabbed his neck with the other, then violently yanked both in a twisting motion. Knifeless had no time to shout in protest, but the disgusting SNAP of his neck was loud enough for his friend to go "What the ...", before Pete's big arms grabbed her with what strength was left in him and covered her mouth. While Middle-Aged tried to adjust his head orientation with both arms, Judy had just enough time to run out of the building, run into the woods and then run ... well, anywhere, really.

Without any equipment left on them, Judy ended up somewhere out in the middle of that anywhere, having run long enough to know noone else would bother. They knew they could find their way back to Nowhere if they needed to, but ... what about the biters was true? Could they still find her? Smell her or something? Probably. At this point, an average human could. Judy decided not to risk leading them home.

So right there, Judy started off their voluntary exile with a monumental nervous breakdown. After they were done, they looked down at their worn-down military vest and discovered a neon-green stain there. Probably from where Lily had shotgunned one of the attackers. Not that it had been of much use. Judy's eyes were fixated on this one spot. And they realized: That vest needed some more fucking colour.