"Keep moving or you'll die!"
❛ yeah , no shit ! ❜ confronted by a pack of enemies at the heel , hurried shoes pounding against concrete , arms swinging , bullets firing , infected GURGLING , & yet with SARCASM still upon that tongue. a DESPERATE palm ushers her onward & increases speed —— she requires only the sound of thundering steps & pants to know he follows. one simple turn around & a spark of regret. joel’s aged visage has wrinkled into distress ( * or perhaps FURY ? ) & behind that the once - humans , six at least , with but one emotion : HUNGER. heart races & so does she. one bullet fires. but the focus is to FLEE.
both barge into the OUTSIDE WORLD ! & the older slams a door with his own body. breathless , he merely points toward a heavy dumpster. the two are as one however. she need not require a single glance before she can read that mind —— that COMPLEX mind —— to begin to maneuver the object. an uproar as rain seeps unto the metal & above sounds of hideous babbles , he’s yelling at her to HURRY , calling her name , growling & cussing. distant yells turn to nearby shrieks. closer & closer ! ‘till he moves & steel clashes against steel. there is nothing but the sobs of the infected accompanied by balled fists BANGING against the material.
❛ jesus … i think that should hold them. ❜ but not for long. such words escape from a PATHETIC excuse of a smile. ❛ psh ! were you worried ? i wasn’t even worried. were you ? ❜ but she acknowledges that stare & sweat pouring from both brows. cue a lengthy sigh & movement of hands unto hips. ❛ okay let’s not stay here longer than we have to. agreed ? ❜
MEME.