[The rattling is so much noise. He doesn't think the movement itself will draw the other dead back but it takes one thing to smash or clatter loud enough and he'll be dealing with a crowd again. He raises his hands palm up, though of course he's not unarmed. He's got his bow and arrow clear behind his back. He doesn't reach for it.]
I'm not... gonna hurt you...
[It's not without effort. She's bleeding heavily. He is hungry. But there's something just off enough to the scent that he thinks he can manage. Other dead outside probably wouldn't pause for such a slight difference.
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[The rattling is so much noise. He doesn't think the movement itself will draw the other dead back but it takes one thing to smash or clatter loud enough and he'll be dealing with a crowd again. He raises his hands palm up, though of course he's not unarmed. He's got his bow and arrow clear behind his back. He doesn't reach for it.]
I'm not... gonna hurt you...
[It's not without effort. She's bleeding heavily. He is hungry. But there's something just off enough to the scent that he thinks he can manage. Other dead outside probably wouldn't pause for such a slight difference.
He starts to kneel to the floor.]
You don't... want to die... alone, right...?