What was only a couple bodies soon became more than she could count at once, as though his prediction was coming true. Teeth worried into a lip as she watched them grovel about, seemingly called to attention by whatever that NOISE had been, and it didn’t seem like their little excursion was going to be a breeze any longer.
At his words, a hand made contact with the dagger at her side, alleviating the panic that had begun to press in on her chest. It was a simple knife, but it was all she needed. Guns were too much for her, too violent and loud and … just not her style. Yet, they proved to work better in crowded circumstances, which their scenario was quickly becoming. Unless Harley was hiding one ( or she simply didn’t notice it, which was entirely possible ) it wasn’t rearing to be a fair fight. At the mention of her camp and the danger they could be in, her heart leapt into her throat, and she averted her eyes to sky, as though she might be able to identify what direction it came from with smoke or some sign. Nothing.
“Don’t freak me out, I’m not gonna be able to think clearly,” she stressed, attempting to remain as calm as possible. She was definitely the type to crack under pressure, and she knew it, already thinking about how she needed to stay level-headed and not about the fact that they were in the process of being surrounded. “These buildings are storied, so there has to be a way upstairs. We should do that before they get inside.” A gangling body of a male stumped by, flesh peeling from the bone of its eye socket. The sight made her swallow and she ducked a little more underneath the sill, looking over her shoulder at Harley. “ Now. ”
He didn’t know her well enough and that, on its own, was the root of his problem. There was truly no reliance in how strong his bonds with others were in order for him to follow them or vice versa to safety, but with Jac... Harley could draw it from the fact that she was a LEADER whose responsibilities possibly outweighed his own. The boy could only nod, this time he could voice out an apology. “Yeah, yeah... Right, sorry.” He looked back towards the walkers with a look of apprehension — he didn’t feel good about this; he didn’t feel as though this particular story that they weaved themselves in would have a happy ending. Harley didn’t pray anymore but he couldn’t help it but ask whatever divine being still existed for the dead to clear out before any of them had to fire a gun. “I just thought it’d be good to remind you not to die.” He bit down on his tongue.
An idea was brewed in his mind, originating from the woman herself, as he watched her, following right after with a hand in his hair. “These buildings are fairly close to each other too...” Didn’t he just express the importance of staying alive? ( an implicit message, for sure, but it existed ) If it was either their goals to get away unharmed, they would have to do things that didn’t seem... fun. “If we get upstairs, we could find a way to the roof and —-” Not gun them down, no. “Remember that little monologue you just had? Something about going over their heads? ... You ever do track? The sport.”
