[Margaret lets out a shriek, ducking just in time for the boomerang to fly past her. It smacks the mannequin advancing on her in the head, causing its plastic head to crumple in and for it to stagger slightly. She scrambles forward, her knuckles white as she grips her makeshift weapon--a rolling pin she snatched from a destroyed window display.]
They won't stay down! [She glances back towards the mannequins. The things don't seem deterred, continuing to lurch towards them.] We'll need to find somewhere to hide!
[One of them tries to swing at Margaret, and she lets out a wild yell, kicking it as hard as she can. It topples onto its back, skidding against the ground as it tries to get back up again.]
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They won't stay down! [She glances back towards the mannequins. The things don't seem deterred, continuing to lurch towards them.] We'll need to find somewhere to hide!
[One of them tries to swing at Margaret, and she lets out a wild yell, kicking it as hard as she can. It topples onto its back, skidding against the ground as it tries to get back up again.]