There was no time to think about it, and even if there was she wouldn’t let herself think about it, it would only make her weak and in such times she couldn’t afford to be weak, that would cost not only her life but possibly that of other’s as well. She preferred it this way, to not think and ignore all the problems even though that may be quite rude. As she had just lost people she cares about and people who cared about her as well, yet she didn’t take the time to mourn and be sentimental. Which was, why she ignored his apology.
It seemed the entire town of people had been attacked and murdered all at once, without her having been aware. For that one hour or so she had been out, everything had turned into shit and it seemed no one was left except for maybe a handful of people who managed to hide out. As she ran through what was left of the town, she just spotted bodies everywhere, with sometimes some of the undead ripping them apart to consume.
She could only think of one place that was possible safe for them to hide out in and so that’s what she was headed for. A few turns later she reached it, some of the walkers were around so they had to be swift. Signing the male to stay behind she ran over and lifted a big wooden plank covering up a hole in the ground which lead to a small basement. ‘Hurry.’ she warned as she told him to get in only to follow behind shortly after and pull the plank over the hole again.
Once all the running was over and they were in, it turned silent.
She didn’t spare him a glance and just sat herself down on the ground.
It’s actually kind of pitiful, how used she is to this, whereas he’s new to it all. He supposes it’s useful for him to not have any ties to any families: it would just be more painful to lose them later on when he can’t afford to drag any loose luggage behind him. The kill or be killed world, truly is the best definition for where they live. He wants to ask her whether she needs time to mourn or not but for some reason, he’s just a little more than certain that she would either leave him for the dead or call him stupid. ( He’s not even sure which one she would do. )
Bodies sprawled across the concrete floor, some half dead and being feasted on, others damaged beyond being able to be recognized. Isn’t there going to be a day where the killing stops on both sides for at least a day? Apparently not. He just wants it to stop, but there’s no point hoping and wanting for things that are deemed impossible in the end of the world. How long until there’s no humans left, and there’s only cannibalistic creatures feeding off each other?
He goes in before her shortly and quickly, ducking underneath the wooden plank and entering the basement, eyebrows arching in surprise. He had guessed they found ways to adapt to everything, but this is.. surprising, yeah. He watches her as she sits down on the ground and he imitates the action, a metre or two away from her. It’s almost impossible to hear the feral screams outside now, not unless you strain your ears.
He doesn’t know what’s worse: hearing, or not being able to hear.
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