@PrinceofheartsHarley shrugged just letting the group carry on. A nice bunch, but sometimes a girl needed a break from all the chaos, and a little hunting expedition might do the trick.
"Alrighty. If everyone knows what they're doin', I reckon Hunter and me will be off. We'll see y'all before supper time. Y'all be safe out there, ya hear?" The scavengers had their job, and so did that crazy Jess and the doctor Jane for the most part, so Harley would just leave them to it with a smile. She followed Hunter down the stairs waving goodbye to everyone. She giggled at his little Harley Quinn crack. Never took the boy for a comic book fan. Of course she wasn't much either. That was more Liz's thing.
Before Harley joined him though, she made a quick stop to grab her revolver and her bowie knife. Her daddy's gun was a hand canon no doubt, but it wasn't best suited for hunting dear. For that, she had an old lever action
243. It was one of the few guns left behind by the survivors...the ones that didn't make it unfortunately. Truly, Harley felt bad for using it, but morality was something that...didn't seem to exist anymore in this new, twisted world. She loaded a few slugs into the rifle and cocked the lever, slipping the long rifle behind her back and making her way over to the makeshift stable to get her other hunting buddy, Riley.
"C'mon boy. You and me are gonna go shootin' deer." Harley petted the horse with a smile and climbed onto him grabbing his reigns and making sure her saddle was well snug. Last thing she needed was to fall off and break a leg or two, especially if they got overrun.
Finally, she trotted the horse over to Hunter, following close beside him. She saw the deer out in the distance about to aim herself with the 243, but held back halting Hunter,
"Hold on now, Hunter. That's a doe. We can't shoot her. What if she's got babies?" As tempting as the taste of fresh venison was to Harley, it wasn't worth splintering up another family. The apocalypse has done that enough...to everyone.
@Drakeonis@Framing A MooseLiz was mostly ignoring the rest of the rabble, more focused on how good her cigarette tasted right now and the calming effect it had on her already frazzled nerves. The explosion didn't do much to faze her either, the girl shrugging it off and shaking her head. Only a month with these people and she still didn't tolerate half of them, even if she did go to school with them all her childhood and teen years. It didn't mean she had to like them, and she never did...well, except for a few maybe.
If anyone tried to laugh at Jane stumbling back and landing on her butt, then certainly Liz would be on them like a zombie parasite. She had always felt so protective of the shy geek, even before Z Day hit like a megaton hammer to the face. But seeing the girl's cherry red face....that was priceless. Jane always looked so adorable to Liz when she was blushing.
Flicking her cigarette off the roof off the tip of her fingers, she sighed rubbing the back of her head while ambling over to make sure Jane was alright. She looked okay, but that blunder certainly embarrassed her.
"If it's cool with you Mosey, I'll tag along with Jane Doe and make sure she doesn't end up a zombie happy meal."