Who: @w0manstand1ng
When: April 15th
Where: Front door (technically alley door, but same difference)
He'd just gotten back, but with Sada's punishment for his betrayal looming over him John-Paul was ready to leave. Again. Only this time no one knew he was leaving. He was gong on a very particular, very personal, very solo run. Charlie was on her way to becoming a mother and he to becoming an uncle. She needed things. Things the Wexley didn't exactly have stock of, so here he crept. Just as the sun went down and the cover of shadows would help him navigate the dead. Through the building and down to the alleyway's door in the inaccessible lobby.
He'd expected the silence now that there was a curfew. He'd expected the smell of rot to fill his nostrils more and more the closer he goto to the ouside. He'd expected the chill from the late night April air. And he'd expected to need to cull a few of the undead just to free himself from the building. What he hadn't expected was a face on the other side of the door when he opened it and his confusion was evident.
"Can I help you?" he inquired of her business there.
