Raiders || Ethan and Pearl
Pearl was almost too afraid to speak, not sure when he was permitted privileged to or not. Pearl had been lucky to not have been picked off by raiders, the areas he had traveled had mostly been people in the same boat as him and willing to barter services for extra goods to keep both parties moving. Pearl hadn’t even seen a gun until today, let alone one actually in use. Had he really been so blind to what was going on? Or was he just lucky to have been so sheltered. Pearl just showed Ethan his knife, trying to get across that it was his only means of defense. After a short pause, he whispered as softly as he could.
“I can pose as a distraction…”
Ethan raised a brow to Pearl, "Have you... Even used a knife on someone before?" The thought had suddenly placed itself onto Ethan. If he had never used a knife, how would Pearl be able to bring himself to kill a man if it came down to it? Ethan placed his hand on Pearl's, "I'll take the knife. I'll handle these guys, you just stay down and low."









