[Back into city streets, they go, away from greens and into silvers that catch the light and grey that sparkles under the sun. She passes him by and goes back to following him. It's not quite walking side-by-side, but it's so close to having another person that it makes the whole world look different. They're taking their time as two dead people do, but with a purpose that the other dead can't comprehend.]
If you... see anything... you like best... you just... let me know...
[She's probably not that conscious yet, but it's a worth a shot. He decides to babble to her a little, suggesting options and telling of the things he personally liked.]
Like this jacket... saw this... left in a store... new I... had to have it... and it's been... really great...
[There aren't even any doors or front windows left to the little shopping center. The raids hit many places hard even where the undead themselves didn't. Some places are cleaned right out, but big centers like this usually got overwhelmed with both the dead and the living trying to make their way, meaning there may actually be some clothes left behind. At the very least, it's easy to pass over all the crunching glass and grab the first bit of clean fabric he sees. He tears into strips then gestures for her to walk to him.
He takes her hand, the same and yet different from the place she died in. He tries to hold it steady while he wraps the fabric pieces around and over.]
I went and fixed the comment above and then forgot to hit send on the edit...
If you... see anything... you like best... you just... let me know...
[She's probably not that conscious yet, but it's a worth a shot. He decides to babble to her a little, suggesting options and telling of the things he personally liked.]
Like this jacket... saw this... left in a store... new I... had to have it... and it's been... really great...
[There aren't even any doors or front windows left to the little shopping center. The raids hit many places hard even where the undead themselves didn't. Some places are cleaned right out, but big centers like this usually got overwhelmed with both the dead and the living trying to make their way, meaning there may actually be some clothes left behind. At the very least, it's easy to pass over all the crunching glass and grab the first bit of clean fabric he sees. He tears into strips then gestures for her to walk to him.
He takes her hand, the same and yet different from the place she died in. He tries to hold it steady while he wraps the fabric pieces around and over.]