Henry Charlton
"It's always nice to have some company that's not looking to immediately eat and/or kill me." Henry said with a rueful smile, trying not to think of whatever bloodbath he had left behind in the library. Selfishly he found himself irritated that he would not be able to go back there for a few days; the infected tended to hang about successful hunting spots for a while before dispersing just in case more prey showed up. He was hoping he could find a book store to find some new reading material but after taking anything from one he felt like he was stealing, even though no one was exactly losing out if he took one or two tomes.
They walked in silence for a little bit, Henry occasionally pointing out a direction or signalling that they should be even more alert in certain areas. This part of the city was where he tended to return to most often and so he had come to notice certain patterns: where the hotspot areas were and bandit patrolling routes. A few weeks back one of the bandit groups had disappeared from here. Henry assumed the worst for them but one could never underestimate the actions of desperate looters and the lengths they'd go to in order to find new victims.
"So... Zoe, do you have any ideas where your brother might be hiding out? We've probably explored different parts of the city so I might have come across something useful. The same for Viktor, I suppose. There are so few of us Independents about now we might as well share what little knowledge we have." He could see the slight confusion on their faces at his term and he laughed sheepishly, realising suddenly it had been a long time since he had spoken to anyone beyond warning them not to try and rob or kill him. "Sorry, it's a little phrase I coined; just for those of us who haven't joined up to one of the bandit groups yet. Too much politics and struggling for control for me there."