Generation Apocalypse [IC]

[Twisted Fate]

Sam stopped before the door. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face his group. He had made a decision. "Ok, I've changed my mind, El can stay here. Everyone else, do any of you want to stay?" He glanced around and swelled with proud as none of them nodded or spoke up. "Ok, let's go."

He dragged open the door and watched everyone file out, before stepping outside himself and pulling it shut behind him, and locking it with the key he kept around his neck. "Ok guys." He whispered. "Typical raid, just a bit farther than usual. Just follow me and keep the volume down, you can talk, just be quiet about it." He started walking forwards and onto the road. "The zombies should all be asleep, or whatever they do in the day, but keep your weapons and wits ready. Ok, follow me."

[hoppipolla]

Sophie tightened her grip on backpack and scurried a bit closer to Sam and the group. She knew that the others were a bit concerned about bringing her along; weaponless and defenseless, Sophie was like a walking target. She would've grabbed a bat or even a stick but she was as likely to hit herself when in a confrontation.

She hummed softly to herself as she walked. It was a simple tune, a lullaby once hummed to her when she was small, and it brought comfort to her whenever she felt nervous or scared.

[Iven]

Ivan moved his gaze to Sophie, who didn't seem to bring any weapons. Ivan thought it was somehow brave, but also very crazy. You do not want to walk around in a city invaded by wild flesh-eating monsters who will not hesitate to chew on your arm without any sort of weapon. He pulled out a kitchen knife from his backpack. He never had any use for it, maybe Sophie can borrow it for the day. He spun around to face her, but kept walking. He could hear her humming a tune that was familiar to him. It was something she seemed to do whenever they were taking risks. Just moments where one would be nervous.

He stretched out to hand her the knife, holding onto the blade with so she can take it by the handle. "Here, you're gonna need a weapon." He smiled at her reassuringly, aware of her mood.