– Farmhouse - – Mercy – It was definitely a good thing that Mercy had no idea what was going through Cat’s mind or her heart may have given out due to fear. Though she hadn’t been very good at hiding her fear upon entering the room she had managed to gain a little more self control since she had started tending to his injuries, though she wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions. So it was easy to see that she felt uneasy when he didn’t even flinch as she cleaned up the wound, she had been around people with a high pain tolerance before but Cat didn’t even appear to register feeling any pain at all. Mercy cast her gaze down to the floor for a moment as Cat answered her question, she thought over his answer for a few minutes before her brain offered up two probable meaning behind the single word he had used. A) They had been alone since the beginning of this nightmare or B) They had simply always been alone...for some reason she was leaning more towards the b option, mainly because of the story of scars spread across his body. Scars held history whether a person wanted them to or not, most scars had a story behind them, a reason or even a lesson sometimes all three. And although it was easier pretending that people like Cat and Dog didn’t exist, Mercy hadn’t been completely blind to it like most people were...not that she could even begin to imagine what his or Dog’s lives must have been like. As Mercy thought over it she tried to keep herself from expressing her sympathy, after all what use was her sympathy to him anyway, he of all people probably wouldn’t give a rats butt about it...however...foolish as it may have been it wasn’t her not to react in some way “Sorry to hear that...” She murmured uncertainly “Did you not come across any other survivors?” she didn’t want to pry too far into Cat’s history, despite how curious she was so she deliberately angled her question so that it could be taken whatever way Cat wanted. She was grateful when he gave her the go ahead to stitch him up, he seemed like an incredibly hardy person but even so an open wound in this new world was just asking for trouble. She reached down and swiftly went about threading a hooked needle with a line of thread. She fished her swiss army knife out of her pocket, flicking up a small pair of scissors to snip the thread before sliding it into her back pocket. Reaching up she scooped a blonde tendril of hair behind her ear before hovering back over Cat’s arm a look of concentration dominating her expression as she manipulated the wound before she began to stitch it together, creating small and neat stitches as she went. The mechanical repetition of her actions seemed to bring a natural calm to her body as she released some of the tension in her shoulders, allowing her heartbeat to even out with the fluidity of her movements. However as his prying eyes lingered on her face her heart begun to beat faster again as her nerves flared back up. She tried to bury it and concentrate though she inhaled sharply as he spoke, her eyes flickered away from her work briefly as she thought over his question, it was a surprisingly deep question. Or it felt that way to her...she continued stitching as she thought, she didn’t want to keep him waiting but she was struggling to find a viable answer. “My reason for surviving...” she repeated a frown crept across her guarded expression “Is rather simple...though I’m not sure you’ll agree with it...” She drew the needle away from the wound gently tugging the thread into a neat stitch with her other hand before lowering the needle back towards his skin. “For now, I survive because I am needed” She cautiously answered him, her body language changed almost instantly, she subtly leant a little further back and almost braced herself against his reaction for a few moments before continuing on with her actions. She retracted her hands as she finished stitching him up and tied off the loose end, placing the needle on the floor in clear view she used the dried antiseptic wipe to rid the area around his wound of any excess blood that may have leaked out whilst she had been stitching it closed. Once it was clean she wiped her fingertips with it as well, trying not to think about the list of hygiene protocols she had just broken. She was going to need to go in search of something to sterilize the needle and her hands once she was done here. Gloves were protocol but she hadn’t had any at hand so she’d had to do without, as she wiped her hands she dropped her eyes to the floor and cleared her throat before asking the cold man another question. “What is...your reason for surviving?” She asked despite her pause her voice didn’t quiver as it had done before, though she still refused to lift her gaze to his face instead she was reaching for a sheet of gauze and the bandages she had collected. Reaching into the first aid kit she pulled out a tube of savlon and smeared a glob on one side of the dressing. “Should help this heal faster” She murmured before reaching up and attempting to cover the treated wound with the dressing with one of her hands. Provided that Cat allowed her to do so she held the rolled up bandages with her other hand until she was able to begin wrapping them around his arm. Despite her previous attempts to leash her curiosity Mercy’s eyes wandered to Cat’s scarred torso as she finished either binding his arm or placing the unused bandages on the floor. Though she appreciated beauty in both genders she wasn’t so much admiring his physique or rather what was visible of it, she appeared to be attempting to imagine what . She had shuffled closer to his injured arm whilst she had been stitching so she could only really study his chest rather than his back, she seemed particularly puzzled by the x across his heart with its long edges that seemed to stretch across his body. She nervously gripped her left wrist with her right hand, running her thumb across the inked skin on the inside of her wrist as she summoned the courage to ask him about the peculiar scar. Curiosity killed the cat had been her father’s favorite saying. “There you go...I can take those out at a later time. It was a pretty clean cut so I doubt it’ll become infected if you-” Having started her speech in a strong manner, she seemed to remember herself about halfway through and cut herself off before she could issue instructions. In an attempt to distract him from her unfinished sentence she nervously begun to place things back into her first aid kit with one hand carefully keeping the needle and used wipe separated from the rest “H-how did you get this?” she asked after a moment, lifting her free hand she kept it close to her own body but her index finger was pointing at the x shaped scar on his chest. Her heartbeat had increased to an uncomfortable level but she had deliberately delayed asking him such a question until she had finished treating him. That way she hoped that if he didn’t want to answer it, he would simply ignore her and go about his business...she only hoped the questioning wouldn’t anger him, she didn’t have a plan of action to fall back on if it did. –Fuel Run- – Tamashii – Having given the whistle to signal the other two Tamashii had turned her attention to Remy once more, though she visibly grimaced as the short lived sound of metal grating against tarmac reached her ears. It hadn’t been very loud at all but it had sounded loud to her, Tamashii’s hearing was fairly sensitive especially when she herself was on high alert. She cast a glance over her shoulder in search of the cause of the sound though only noticed that both Dog and Kaylah were no longer in her sights unless she stood up. Once she’d finished talking to Remy she quietly backed away from the car they had crouched behind and made her way back towards Dog and Kaylah. She only stayed low for a few moments before she figured she wouldn’t be noticed by the infected anymore, to be honest she wasn’t entirely sure how well those things could even see. She’d often questioned which sense the infected relied on to hunt the living out, from a distance touch was impossible and taste seemed a little far fetched...unless they could taste the scent of human flesh or something. The thought caused a shudder to run the length of her spine as she came towards Kaylah who seemed to have shoved her arm into the back of the car she was collecting fuel from. Tamashii’s thoughts wandered away from their previous occupation and turned back to the situation at hand, wondering whether she should mention her concerns about the area they were in or to keep them to herself. Tamashii came to a standstill next to Kaylah, a thoughtful look occupied her expression as if she were in silent debate with herself. Her eyes travelled from Kaylah to rest on Dog briefly before she looked back over at the trucks where Rena was sat waiting. She opened her mouth to say something when Kaylah’s voice cut her off, she glanced at the women in blue curiously though she didn’t think the question had been aimed at her she used it as an excuse to make her presence known. “I should think you would have to open it to know that” She answered quietly, she had approached the other woman from the side so that she could have seen her. She hadn’t wanted to sneak up on the pair, especially as she knew Kaylah had a gun. “What is it you’re looking at anyway?” She asked Kaylah curiously, she couldn’t even see what the other woman was talking about. She gave her an ample amount of time to reply to her question or shrug it off before she glanced at Dog. Providing that Dog had made his way over to Kaylah, Tamashii addressed both of them when she spoke. “This place looks clean...I mean really clean. There are a few infected over by the entrance to the city but apart from that, there is nothing or rather nobody about” Her voice was steady but her disbelief was apparent in the tone of her voice. “Don’t know about you guys but it feels wrong...all these cars just left here like this. I’m thinking about checking out that building if either of you wanted to join me, I’m doubtful there will be anything there but...” She trailed off shrugging her tensed shoulders. “Remy’s keeping an eye on the infected in case they come any closer” She informed them before breaching a subject she didn’t often “What do you two think about this place?” She asked, finding herself generally curious about their perceptions though she outwardly appeared indifferent. She folded her arms across her chest and turned her back towards the car Kaylah was rooting through. Though her eyes were constantly scanning the area around them searching for tell tale signs of danger, she seemed to be trusting Remy to warn them of any danger should there be any.

Cat silently sat there as the girl continued on with the work, listening as Mercy cautiously asked a question about meeting other survivors. Though it was a answer she probably did not want to hear. After all, there were plenty of survivors at the beginning, until the numbers rapidly died down. Quite gruesome stories, yet amusing to the tall man as he accounted for how easily humanity turned on one another during the chaos. "There were many. Many were eaten by zombies, those who managed to live long enough grew insane and temperamental. Most either shot on sight or tried to trick other survivors. It ended in their deaths." Cat answered, his blue eyes remaining the same calm as he slightly pondered on it. How many did he kill when this chaos hit? He knew their flesh made useful distractions for the undead. As long as their head was crushed first so they didn't turn. As his question was answered, he looked to the girl again. It seemed like a foolish reason, but it was a reason none the less, so he supposed he couldn't complain too much on the matter. "What if you're no longer needed, and everyone in this group dies but you?" he asked bluntly, seeming unfazed by that possibility. As his own reason was questioned, his answer came swift and almost instant. "My reason is to find that reason." he said before looking at his arm as she stitched it up. Once she finished her work, he slightly flexed his arm, watching her expression as she continued to be a bit nervous. But he noted her curious gaze over his deep scars. Soon, even gaining enough confidence on one of the largest one. The X over his heart that stretched over his body. This answer didn't come quite as fast as the others, seeming to have to actually think about it. But he felt no anger over it, nor anything really. "Punishment." he started. "Owners do not like their strays showing favor to others who bother to care. Animals are supposed to be soulless, so this is a reminder of what I am and what I lack." he answered, pondering if she would understand. Flexing his arm in examination, but not enough to do too much damage to the stitches, his blue eyes looked to her for moment before giving a gruff 'thank you' since his twin would just nag him later to do so. --- Dog nodded in agreement before blinking at the sound of a whistle before picking up a fuel can and following after Kaylah to start getting fuel. As the girl found a blue car, and started to drain whatever fuel was leftover in the tank. The dirty blonde eagerly grabbed their own tube to start collecting while Kaylah rummaged around in the car. As she pulled out a wooden box, Dog curiously tilted his head, his rusty colored eyes staring at it before shrugging. As Ash came up and answered the curious question before asking what they were looking at, Dog shrugged but smiled. "Some sort of wooden box that was in the car here." Dog replied before frowning as the woman explained what she found. Thinking deeply on the subject, he tried thinking about how his brother would also think of this before Dog nodded slowly. Not really liking how oddly clean this place was. It was almost as bad as finding a place full of fresh blood. "Maybe this is some sort of Safe Zone for a group that lives around here? Or a trap?" Dog said softly with soft concern.

Tamashii: “I should think you would have to open it to know that” Kaylah: “I know but I don’t know if what is in here is a good thing or a bad thing. I also don’t know if it is rigged to make a noise or something so I may just do it later.” Tamashii: “What is it you’re looking at anyway?” Kaylah: “I am not sure at the moment but this box has a design on it, something I have not seen before and so I wonder if this belongs to a survivor or not. Maybe they thought it was a good place to hide it or maybe I am just over thinking things.” Tamashii: “This place looks clean...I mean really clean. There are a few infected over by the entrance to the city but apart from that, there is nothing or rather nobody about” Kaylah thought to herself and that did not sound right, a place which was to clean in an undead world was wrong for all sorts of reasons. Her brain soon started making all sorts of events that could happen at this time making her mind go straight to one of her fears which was being hurt in some physical way. It kind of started to show that she was nervous now, she felt a panic attack coming on though she would try and control it. Normally she would fail in this task but they were doing something rather important at the moment. Panic attacks were the worst and even worse when she had something important to do. Tamashii: “Don’t know about you guys but it feels wrong...all these cars just left here like this. I’m thinking about checking out that building if either of you wanted to join me, I’m doubtful there will be anything there but...” The woman in blues train of thought was soon derailed after Ash brought something else up making the cosplayer/stripper think for a moment. Clearly Dog would be better in that situation then herself. Since Dog had a brother like Cat she was clearly more qualified to do that task then she was. The panic attack slowly creeping upon the Kaylah kept popping up as she thought to herself though she tried hard not to let it take over, as she soon thought about what would happen if she was left alone to get the fuel. She concluded that it would take longer, but the the building close by would be cleared a lot quicker. Maybe supplies would be in there unless it was a tap of some kind. If it was a trap supplies or something of value would be in there to trap those who went for it. Tamashii: “What do you two think about this place?” Dog: "Maybe this is some sort of Safe Zone for a group that lives around here? Or a trap?" Kaylah soon heard Ash bring up a question and heard Dog answer it. She did not think of it as a safe zone, then again it was as Dog said a safe zone for whoever was here living here. He panic attack soon started to creep one step forward making her put the box down for a moment to rub her right arm. Why she did it she did not know but she found herself rubbing her arm slowly up and down. It being a trap was most likely and she hated the idea it was one but in reality it was probably one due to how quite it was. Kaylah thought to herself 'Calm down, nothing can go wrong. If I crack now I let down the team and we can't have that now.' Her breathing pattern soon became slightly more erratic making her say something though by now was probably known she had a panic attack coming. Kaylah: "This place..... This place is wrong on so many levels and I think we should investigate this place before deciding to go in or move on. We could be trapped right now..... Oh god don't let that happen (erratic breathing becomes more erratic). Take Dog and do something while I get the fuel, I am sure I can...... manage them on my own. I don't want any surprises you know and I am sure I will be able to defend myself. We need to gather as much as possible or we could be screwed. So very screwed." Her words had soon stopped as all sorts of problems began to emerge. She felt that if she did this the team would be OK and so she was very insistent that Ash took Dog with her to check the place out. Kaylah had her gun and if it came to it would either hide under one of the cars or make her way towards the truck where Rena was. She did not waste any time as she went to start another process to get fuel from another car, this one being yellow and it looked imported so she needed to smell the type of fuel it took. The smell was strong and luckily it was what they needed. She hoped by this point they had gone off to do what Ash said earlier. Kaylah: "........" Her eyes soon staring at the wooden box once more as her ears listened to the world around her. Clearly she made her mind up.