“…My suit is made from a vending machine. Sometimes that happens. If I
could stop it, I would.” He chuckled nervously and looked off into the
distance. “Whatever you to it’s best to do it fast. The zombies get
pretty active at night, and the sun looks like it’s going down fast.”

“Um, okay…” the Repairman said, cautiously. “You think they’d go after us?”

He gestured towards his and Marie’s ink-and-paint forms.

Marie’s form was currently yanking at the door, sweating as the door seemed to bend and warp to her will. It was far from opening, still, but any weaker door would be torn from the frame by now.

“C’mon…” she grunted, ”gotta…get…this…done!”