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The inability to find and use his words was just as frustrating for him as it was for anyone attempting to communicate with him. But even more frustrating was that he knew that she could understand him perfectly well with or without words. It wasn't the lack of words, but her stubbornness that brought them to butting heads. It was at least an hour wasted before he resorted to threatening her at knife point to sit down and stay with the baby while he took on the risk of finding a way into the walker infested store that was some mile or so away from camp to scavenge for food and water.
He couldn't explain to her that he could do it with ease on his own and that she and the baby would only slow him down, probably get him killed, but it was true. Even with the hour wasted, he still returned to the girl and her child before dark with his pack full of necessities.
Granted, she didn't much appreciate his return at first. The walker blood he had smeared across his skin in effort to blend in with the monsters was now black, dry and crusty but even still, he didn't look any different from a walking corpse. He dropped the pack at his feet as soon as she drew her weapon, hands up. It was not unlike the night they met inside that rundown Walmart, when he had reacted to her like a frightened animal. Now he was calm, gaze steady on her face, head tilting as he waits patiently for her to lower the gun.
"Ngh," he grunts at her softly, arms dropping to his sides then gently nudges the pack towards her.
