“Sarcasm,” he stated as his tongue ran over his teeth. “Never quite liked it.” Which was funny because many would say that he was one of the most sarcastic ones. Though it didn’t help the sheepish grin that fixated on his lips as he glanced at her. “No one believed this shit would happen, superpowers can’t be that far of a stretch.”
Merlin used common sense most of the time. But he wasn’t sure how far that would get him in a world where zombies lurked outnumbered the ones that still had a pulsed. Creativity and selfishness was what seemed to rule the ones who could still think for themselves. As well as violence. All in all, he could relate with one of them – he was selfish. And he could only hope that would be enough.
His eyes rolled and he grumbled. “Well, if you make a run for you. You best be sure I don’t catch up to you.” He tried to sound intimidating, but the chuckle that came after erased any trace of that. It was a smart move, it would keep her alive and if it came down to it – he wouldn’t blame her. They all did what they had to in order to survive another day. “Just make sure Dwight doesn’t get my weapons.”
His nose wrinkled at the mention of the sanctuary and how everyone had taken to celebrating the recent events that had occurred. “Not exactly my scene.” It wasn’t. In fact, it disgusted him to think that many of the people had turned into what they had. It was one thing to do what was needed to keep yourself at the top of the food chain, but another to celebrate in such a inhuman way. “What about you? Why aren’t you there?”
"It's a good thing I don't give a shit then, isn't it?" What sort of person didn't like sarcasm? Only those with zero sense of humor, or pure souls. She could guess which category Merlin fit into.
Matty considered his statement for a moment and tilted her head to the side, "I guess... To someone who is afraid to actually die becoming one of those things would sort of be like a superpower. Like... I've never met anyone that stupid, and crazy enough to think this is some sort of... extension of their life. But there is probably someone out there like that. So, I guess this is sort of like a superpower."
In a really fucked up kind of way.
The two of them headed east, Matty figuring it was about... two miles to the outpost she had been headed to. The closest one -- not that she had actually been headed there (she hadn't really been headed anywhere), but it was better to say she was going somewhere close where she'd be able to be there and back within a couple hours at most. If he was already on her ass for leaving alone, she didn't want to deal with him thinking she was going somewhere too far. "Don't worry about me. I won my school numerous championships for Cross Country, and Track. In both High School and College. So, I'm pretty sure I'll be fine out running you for a long time. Even if you weren't a walker. And I'll remember to give Dwight all your shit, don't worry about that either."
She rolled her eyes at his question-- not him asking, but at the subject in general. "Because I don't have the equipment necessary for the giant circle jerk going on back there," Matty said in a flat tone. Men. "I like a party as much as the next person, and I’m happy we got to these people who were killing us, but get a grip."
