Interlude

As Dr. Zoltar mentioned in the comments from the last post, I forgot to mention our encounter with.... (Bum Bum Bum!) The Crackwhore!

When we all left the Rock Bottom, we walked back to our hotels. The four of us in the Roosevelt and most everyone else in the Hyatt across the street.

On our way, from out of one of the alleys came a woman(?) who looked very nearly like one of the undead characters in Robert Kirkman's "Walking Dead" comic.
She came out towards our group wearing hospital scrubs (was she recently from there? Had she escapded?), started talking some nonsense (or maybe I just couldn't hear her) and seemed fixated on Technogreek (but then... who isn't?).
She began lifting up the sleeve of her shirt to show off some kind of shoulder wound or infection... whatever it was, it was gross.

We managed to get by her without much incident or getting man-handled by her and she shuffled off back into the alley still yelling out to us (whatever it was she was saying).

We all made it back to our respective hotel rooms, having survived our mini-zombie apocalypse.

It was freaky for sure.
I feel bad 'cause in that situation what should you do?
Give her money? She'll just go buy drugs.
Just ignore her? She is a human being despite the state she was in and probably lonely.
Try to talk to her? Then she might start hanging all over you and not let you go which could pose it's own problems.