Jace was a little awed when Basil picked up on his fear and scoffed. "I am not scared...just overly...vigilant." He actually couldn't believe he remembered that word. he wasn't one that was big on vocabulary, but remembered Basil reading that off of one of the useless computer notes he was so keen on finding.
     He jumped slightly when another crack of thunder echoed over their heads and shared a sidelong glance at Basil. He had to admit only part of his fear was due to the storm...the other half was spent worried over Basil. The memory of Basil sick, lying in the bed near death was such a fresh wound in his[b][/b] mind that it felt as if it had happened yesterday. His own life meant hardly anything to himself, but he would take a shower of bullets for Basil and do so with a smile on his face.
     A strong gale of wind knocked the wind out of Jace and he had to lean slightly into the wind to prevent from falling backwards. He grabbed onto Basil's shirt sleeve and started pulling him along to get there faster. There were only two homes standing, though lopsided from where they had begun to cave in and he picked the better of the two once they arrived.
     Once they were in the safety from the rain and wind, he sighed heavily in relief and shoved off his pack, losing no time to rummage through it. He pulled out a dry pair of clothing and tossed it to Basil before rummaging deeper for some radaway. Through his relief, there was only one left and he didn't hesitate to hand it over to Basil.
     "Take this and get on some warmer clothes," he instructed him in a low voice, staring at him intently. If it was for Basil, no amount of sacrifice was really a sacrifice. In the end, Basil was really the only person he had in his life. If something were to happen to him...he  be as lost as the ghouls who tried to kill them.