[She seems flustered, but that just makes him smile more. She'll be spared in a moment once his goggles are back on and all manner of expression is once again lost. Up goes his hood, and as he rises to stand, on goes the quiver and bow.
It's not lost on him that by hiding away, he also loses some sense of humanity, but there's nothing he can do about it. Nothing safe, anyway.
He heads off once she's ready, taking up the machete, not for himself but to help her along. He hates to use it. He hates the way it feels. But, he'd rather this than watch her be eaten.
He stays alongside her until they reach the car and she can slip safely inside. He promises he'll be back and wishes her to rest well as she can. Then he's off scanning the buildings, looking for apartments. He avoids the ones that have had the front broken into. Anything with a single floor is out-- the dead can take the stairs but it still takes more dexterity and cooperation than a horde can easily handle. He finds one apartment which is almost perfect, until he hears the moaning in another room and opens the door to a horrible scene. He shuts the door on that faster than he strictly needs to.
There are no gunshots in the night which means the survivors are wise enough not to, far enough away, or already dead. He's honestly not sure which he hopes for. He just knows that he doesn't want to run into them again.
It's a trek, and not as good as the apartment he found, but he finds a serviceable hotel room. He clears the floor out, as well as the one directly above and below. The thing he likes best about the place is the way the garden around it is already overgrown. It feels like a warm welcome.
The sun has risen by then. He hopes she hasn't left the car. He's prepared to knock and wave, assuming she'll already be awake.]
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It's not lost on him that by hiding away, he also loses some sense of humanity, but there's nothing he can do about it. Nothing safe, anyway.
He heads off once she's ready, taking up the machete, not for himself but to help her along. He hates to use it. He hates the way it feels. But, he'd rather this than watch her be eaten.
He stays alongside her until they reach the car and she can slip safely inside. He promises he'll be back and wishes her to rest well as she can. Then he's off scanning the buildings, looking for apartments. He avoids the ones that have had the front broken into. Anything with a single floor is out-- the dead can take the stairs but it still takes more dexterity and cooperation than a horde can easily handle. He finds one apartment which is almost perfect, until he hears the moaning in another room and opens the door to a horrible scene. He shuts the door on that faster than he strictly needs to.
There are no gunshots in the night which means the survivors are wise enough not to, far enough away, or already dead. He's honestly not sure which he hopes for. He just knows that he doesn't want to run into them again.
It's a trek, and not as good as the apartment he found, but he finds a serviceable hotel room. He clears the floor out, as well as the one directly above and below. The thing he likes best about the place is the way the garden around it is already overgrown. It feels like a warm welcome.
The sun has risen by then. He hopes she hasn't left the car. He's prepared to knock and wave, assuming she'll already be awake.]