Samantha: -thinks: the only weapon she had was the gun, except for..: a very old plan came to her but it was gonna be tough to pull it out-

Samantha: -she waits, her old fighting moves rushing back to her as she tries to think of a plan-

Samantha: -thinks: oh god what am I doing...-

Samantha: -takes out the gun and shoots in their direction and reloads and gets up, pointing it at them-

Samantha: -she keeps her finger on the trigger on the gun inside her jacket-

Samantha: -thinks: uh oh... why me...-

(That I know the meaning to)

(More random Spanish)

¿Que es esto?

Samantha: -quickly hides the gun in her jacket she wore-

Samantha: -she pretends to shoot the gun again and then a real gun materialized in her hands and she stares shocked.-

Samantha: so by that... no one like me. I’m fine with that. I mean... I had a little group of friends before it happened... now... well... you can guess the rest -grins and shoots the imaginary gun again ten times-

Samantha: I mean, by that, I’m known to, kill people -makes an imaginary gun with her fingers and pretends to shoot it-

Samantha: I’ll be lucky if I get at least five friends. My reputation ain’t good.

Samantha: well then don’t choose me to be your friend, I ain’t cool -turns her head away from them-

Samantha: -thinks: damnit a little slipped out, shouldn’t let my emotions get the better of me...-

Samantha: -thinks: HA! STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK ENDER WILL BE FRIENDS-

Samantha: -stares into Pinkyberrys eyes with surprising calmness-

Can u draw Samantha plz?

Samantha: -facepalms and sighs-