And apprently they were long-time members of the crazy lady club. At least they didn't have an army of cats living with them too.
Lena took the warning in stride, somewhat literally as she jumped over and tried keeping the flashlight on the figure. "I hate this 'see the knife then shoot stuff," she muttered as Val caught up after that pause to throw bits of sidewalk. She yanked what seemed to be a broom handle from a passing garbage and threw it at the thing. It hit but bounced off ineffectually, of course. But the point was more of a 'we're closing in on you and close enough to throw and hit' thing.
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