Queen, Country, and Zombies IC

[adriane]

She stopped once the boy continued talking. Didn't he understand she just wanted to go? He looked shorter than before- he was slouching. Why? Was he relaxed all of a sudden? No...that was distress in his voice. A little part of her winced, wanting to comfort him. Hunt's hand instinctively began reaching out to him. He was not too far.

No. Her hand dropped violently back to her side. No. He was a grown boy, he could take care of himself. This story he was telling was probably a lie. That girl was probably stalking her from somewhere she couldn't see. Get out, Hunt. Leave. Hunt nodded as the boy finished talking. "Yeah, that's great, look. This?" She rapidly pointed from herself to him, "It's never gonna work out. Me and teamwork don't really work too well together, so I'm just gonna go now. It was great to see you. Tell your sister bye." The words were coming out so fast from her mouth she was surprised they were still understandable. She spun quickly on her heel, retreating from the aisle. Just leave. Don't stop if he keeps talking. C'mon Hunt. He's a theif, he just wants to con you.

[Fell Euphoria]

-Connor-
"Alright." Connor said meekly. He heard his sister approaching from around the corner and mustered the energy to pull himself back up and back together. "Hey sis, get everything you need then?" He asked her with a light chuckle and a smile. He was back to the charismatic boy he had been, a mask plastered on to fit both his own and his sisters needs, Connor's question for himself however was whether or not he would be able to maintain the mask for much longer.

-Abigail-
"Yeah, I plenty of new arrows, and stuff to make more if I need to." She said brightly. "Oh, are you going then?" Abigail asked surprised as she walked around the corner. "Why are you in such a rush?" She asked. At first she hadn't necessarily liked this girl, she suddenly felt desperate to not see her go.

[adriane]

She heard the girl come back and their conversation, but continued walking. She didn't want to stay in an enclosed space, making noise as an invitation for creepy crawlers, and hang out with strangers. Not the best situation. She turned her head as the girl spoke to her. "Yeah," she threw back, keeping an eye on Abigail a few seconds more. She hadn't ambushed her, but there was still time. Especially with all those arrows she had. Maybe they were starving. They didn't look too hungry, but they probably weren't used to fending for themselves. Maybe they had gone crazy in the last week- they say all it takes is a second to go mad. Maybe they were going to shoot her and then eat her raw. The idea frightened and freaked Hunt out at the same time, and her pace quickened. She forgot what else she was going to say to the girl, to answer her question. The idea of cannibalism lingered in her mind, and she suddenly broke out into a sprint. She could see the door, she could make it out before they would even have a chance or know where she had gone. She was almost at the door, almost away from the conniving cannibals behind her.

[Vonghese]

The last zombie looked at him with bloodshot eyes. It held out a hand, staggered forward, and croaked, “Hey… how’s it going, man?”

Chad almost fell over in shock. On closer inspection, he smelled alcohol. Not sure what else to do, he reversed the hammer head, hooked the claw into the drunk man’s collar, and dragged him through into the pawnshop. “This one’s still with us!” he called back, hands trembling a little in excitement. “He’s not one of them. Stay where you are, don’t try moving yet.”

He pushed the drunk back behind the counter, hooked one heel, and guided the man down out of sight of any more zombies. He checked for bites, found none, and told him to lay quiet. Then he rolled back around to Belle.

“It’s incredible,” he said. “The guy’s completely soaked, but there’s not a scratch on him. He should be harmless for now, though there’s no knowing for sure till he sobers up. How’re you feeling?”