עָדָה
(Adah + Levi + Darius) Adah gave a small sigh of relief when the man came to, and almost immediately started hitting on her, despite the many,
many injuries to his body. She wasn't a doctor, but she knew that smoke inhalation and being knocked out weren't two things you wanted in the same room, add to that the trauma from the other injuries, the blood loss from the other injuries, and the emotional shock of... seeing a man you'd just seen die come back and try to eat you. Again, Adah wasn't a doctor, but she knew it was probably a miracle the man didn't just expire in the crash.
Darius found himself more pleased that he didn't just waste a colossal amount of time and energy getting the man out of his burning car, carrying him away from the approaching horde of shamblers, and somehow scrambling onto the roof of one of these fucking post-suburbanite/ gentrified as all fuck townhouse apartment buildings. He was getting sick of this shit-- he was no stranger to gun fire, but post-mortum cannibalism? Shit. Where the were the pigs when you needed them? Had the government really abandoned all resistance effort this quickly? He didn't want to live in a world where you had to worry anyone you knew could suddenly become
that.
Speaking of
that the man had never taken his attention off their new battered friend. The man was fit enough-- but he'd already taken enough of a beating that Darius wasn't letting him out of his sight, "
Check him for bites."
Adah shot a quick, annoyed glance at her guard before returning to view the man who lay battered beneath her. His face was cut up something nasty-- from the crash-- the hand he had decided to touch her face with, it seemed he either couldn't move all his fingers, or some of them were dislocated-- also from the crash-- and he had a shoe leaking a little blood-- she supposed that was from the crash as well.
Still... Underneath the scrapes, bruises, and blood, there was indeed a handsome man, one with a typical LA charm and soft brown eyes. But as it stood he needed a few days away from this. The violent shift in the world was already trying to kill him! How had he gotten here, she wondered, where was he when all this started...? Adah had to be careful, placing a gentle hand over the few fingers that had reached out to touch her face as she half looked for any ripped clothing or signs of bites-- she found nothing except cuts from the glass.
"
He's clean." She shot curtly to Darius, "
Who'd have fucking guessed..." She muttered, as the brown eyed man trailed off from his Casanova routine and began asking for someone named Jimmy. She rummaged through her purse for her face as his tone seemed to change, she brought it out just as he mentioned needing to go to some school.
This gave Adah a brief pause, "
The school?" she fished the flask out, "
Why? Is Jimmy there...?" she asked semi-mockingly. "
Look dude, you got hit pretty hard. You might have a concussion or some shit." She unscrewed the cap and took a swig, "
Either way, you're already fucked up bad, going down now is just asking for more shit-- those sick shamblers must be attracted to noise or fire or whatever because a shit ton came when they heard your, uh... 'accident.'"
Adah's rifle lay a few feet from the two, she gestured toward it as she made her point, "
I picked a few off while the lug over there dragged you out, but I think the noise from the shots attracted even more. 'Suming they aren't just waiting for us to come down, we should just chill for a minute until things get quiet, then we should, like... seriously get you medical help." She offered the flask to Levi for a nip, "
Until then, you could use some 'old school' medicine." The woman sat Indian style, "
Hey, by the way, I'm Adah." She smiled, still offering the liquor, "
And the paranoid giant over there is Darius."