Okay, she was officially on the best perch ever. As they waded into the crowd, Sherry tried to keep her mind off how weird everyone looked. Uniform space/plant/tentaclemonstersuits aside, everyone just seemed to be a little off her normal radar.

Then again, zombies had been off her normal radar, too. At least these people weren't trying to eat her alive. Sherry shook her head and looked through the crowd again, when she finally saw Claire.

"Over there! Over there!" she cried and pointed (it's rude to point, Sherry), "Claire!! Claire!!" Sherry waved her hands frantically.

Just wait until they find some hairbows, Mr Kennedy.