forum Pet Zombie???? Closed //stalkers welcome//

Started April 18, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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(Nahhh, Frenchie's 5'4" and made of muscle she's actually taller? That's so funny)

She advanced forward a couple steps, gripping her knife tighter. "I've been here long enough to know you're experimenters. What did you plan to do if you found me? Kill me and sacrifice my body to the zombies for science? Huh? Was that it?" Her tone was accusatory and demanding, her stature not showing any kind of weakness.
Was Frenchie terrified? Still a bit, yeah. But the fact that his first instict was to hold his notebook like a weapon, she felt a bit better. She could take this nerd if she had to. "Answer me coward!"

Cass continues to pull the needle and fishing line through as quickly as he can, occasionally grabbing the rag and dipping it in the small bucket of water he had beside him on the floor and ringing it out to clean up the blood that continued to spill out all over the place.
"its okay you got this" he says softly, his voice quiet and smooth. He was trying his very best to be comforting and reassuring but it obviously wasn't helping too much.
He looks up to him as his muscles relaxed, ready to let him know he was doing a good job staying calm but instead his eyes widen.
"oh no" he mumbles under his breath.
this poor guy I feel so bad now. he thinks to himself as he wipes up more blood. Cassius decides to hurry and finish this up while he's out so it'd be easier on both of them.
Though after a few more minutes, he finishes the stitches, pulling it all together and tying the end. Cass grabs a knife from on the table and cuts the fishing line, making sure it was nice and secure.
Just then he hears the soft pitter patter of his daughters small feet come into the kitchen. Her eyes widen "YOU KILLED HIM!" She exclaims, looking at what she thought was a dead body.
He sighs "oh honey no I didn't kill him" he says calmly
"is he a zombie!!??' she asks rather loudly.
"baby I'm going to need you to talk just a little quieter okay? and no he's not he's just asleep. He decided to go to sleep while I did this so it wouldn't hurt him" He reassures her.
She furrows her small eyebrows, stepping up to him. "what's his name?" she asks, looking back up to her dad.
He only shrugs "we can ask him that when he wakes up. But for now we're going to let him rest" he says, looking him over. He was thinking of a way to carry him somewhere where he wouldn't get blood or dirt all over the place. It's not like he was going to change his clothes and wash him himself.
the shed
The thought pops into his mind and doesn't leave. Yes. this was a great idea.

(okay I wanna ask your permission before I move your character. Could he carry him to his shed lol (dw he'll be safe XD)

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The rv was still pretty big but everything inside of it made it far too cluttered. If she would get back into the city she could probably find some gasoline somewhere around there. The city was just on the other side of the forest just a bit down south.
Jesse mumbles a few things under her breath about the silencer before turning around to face Clovis "up north" she states "i heard there was a military base camp sort of thing up there. I think around Washington" she replies to him, looking to Onyx, then to his hand, stepping around to look at what he was touching.
(its short for reaction time)

(Do whatever you like with him. Jax is 196 pounds— so it depends on if Cass can carry that. Also— lil Opelia <3)

(lol alrighty! and shes cute lol im glad you like her)

Cass stands up, calmly putting the medical supplies away and cleaning everything off to the best of his abilities with what he had. He would sterilize everything later when he had time. But for now he had to get this man out of the house and into the shed. Cass and Ophelia had stayed in the shed before moving into the house when they found it, as it took a few days to clear the house of zombies so Fia and him could safely live it in. So the shed already had a small cot in it and it was boarded up nicely not to mention the fact that it was inside of their fence in their backyard.
shoot the fence..the zombies. I forgot I was about to take them out so we can safely go out there…
He takes in a deep breath, looking at Jax.
*i cant just leave him in here alone with Ophelia while i do that but i also cant take her out there.
With great debate, he decides to leave the zombies on the outside of the fence and worry about getting Jax out to the shed. "hey Fia, can you look out the window to the backyard and tell me what you see?" he asks her. She smiles, happy she could help before pulling up one of the chair and stepping on to it.
"oh be careful please" he says as he put the rest of the sharps away, not wanting Ophelia to have access to them. Or Jax for that matter. Though the chances of him waking up right now were decently low, he was still paranoid. Better safe than sorry right?
She looks out the window "its safe! there's two zombies near the fence though! Are we going to make them go away?" she asks, looking to her dad then to the zombies.
//Gore Warning//

One of them were simply walking beside the metal fence but the other one had its top half bent over the fence (its like 4 feet tall) the sharp wire stabbing the zombies stomach causing blood to spill out and stain the fence and seep into the ground below.
It looks at Ophelia through the window, turning its body to walk over to her but as it did the wire slits through its flesh, causing its guts and more blood to spill out on the ground. This didn't stop the dead though, as it made its way towards the window anyway, now reaching over the fence.
"Ew!" she says, jumping off of the chair "its by the window!" she exclaims, absolutely disgusted.
Cass sighs. "its okay ill get it once i put this man in the shed" he replies, trying to figure out how to pick him up without breaking any limbs. He wasn't used to picking up full ground men, but he'd make do.
Soon he was carrying him with great struggle out into the backyard, Ophelia right behind him. His arms shook at the weight of him but he still was able to power through it. He has Ophelia open the door to the shed so he could walk in, setting him down on the cot with a thud
"don't hurt him dad! He's nice!" She calls to him as she picks the dandelions from the backyard.
"I'm trying not to. And we don't know if he is or not" he says, huffing.
I should have taken into account how heavy this man is. geez
"is that why we're putting him in the shed?" she asks, walking over to Cass and the man, laying flowers on his face and body like they had done her mother when they had buried her not even a full month ago.
She doesn't talk about it much and neither does Cass, both of them still grieving in their own ways. Though they help each other a lot they both miss her dearly.
He watches as she does so before she pushes herself off of the ground and runs out of the shed.
"yeah. We can't trust him not to try to hurt us so we're going to make sure we can still help him while keeping us safe as well." he says walking out of the shed as well and closing the door. He would keep an eye on it so he wasn't going to lock it. Though he wasn't sure how good of an idea that really was.

David waves his notebook around frantically (almost like a torch lol) and presses his back against the wall. “Stay back! I’m warning you! If you attack me I’ll- I’ll-“ his voice raises pitch with panic but he cuts himself off.
Oh my gosh, I don’t even have a good lie.
He looks to the floor then back to her, “s-sacrifice you? Wait, what? I mean, if you were dead I’d have no problem- what on earth did you think I was doing? Where did you get that idea? I was writing in a notebook, you maniac.” He squints, irritated now, obviously not realizing he had be occasionally thinking out loud. It was a regular thing for him to do when he was alone, so he stopped really thinking about it.

Ryder keeps an arm around Gabriels waist, basically dragging him up the stairs as he tried to eat at his neck. He sets him down at the top of the flight, wiping his (own) forehead and sighing. “Whew. Next place we camp shouldn’t be up three flights of stairs, huh?” He smiles at Gabriel who is still mindlessly trying to tear into his arm.
He stands up straight again, walking forward down the hallway a few paces, then freezing.
Wait.
He can faintly make out the sound of an unfamiliar voice ahead. They still had one flight of stairs to go, so he couldn’t hear them well, but the building was decayed enough and empty enough to vaguely make out the voices.
He quickly puts his arm back around Gabriel, quietly making his way to the last flight of stairs and sprinting up.
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Clovis turns his head to follow her gaze to Onyx, instinctively stepping closer to him and in between them. He looks back to her. “Do you need something?” his voice isn’t necessarily harsh, but definitely more stern now.
Having heard faintly her mumble about the silencer, or he thought she mentioned it, Onyx picks it up now, holding it a few inches off of the counter. He looks up in the general direction of her voice. “Calm down, she was looking for this.” He states, his voice soft and calm. Even being in an unfamiliar environment and around someone new, he still showed no sign of unease or weakness.
Clovis eases up, stepping back out of the way.
Did she mention that? Or is he guessing?
It made him nervous to have Onyx around other people in the first place, since people had tried to use his disability against him before or had treated him badly because he was a kid or because he was blind. Let’s just say the two of them hadn’t ran into the best of people or groups together.

Frenchie's eye twitched in irritation. Maniac? Her? After everything he'd said earlier? Oh she was about to tear this guy to pieces. "Me?? After all the crazy shit you were mumbling about while writing in that notebook? Who the hell are you calling a maniac, tu scienziato psicopatico?"

She kept marching forward, now thoroughly irritated instead of scared and about ready to put this knife through his chest just to prove a point. "You should be grateful I haven't decided to kill you for my own safety!"

Jesse looks Clovis in his eyes, holding her glare as he asks her if she needed anything.
This dude. It's not like I'm going to kill him. Not with you right in front of me. I'm not stupid
She opens her mouth to say something but before she can, the blind kid speaks up. "oh"
Jesse looks to Clovis then to Onyx, holding her hand out "yeah i was… Where was that" she asks him, confused.
how'd the blind kid find it and not me?
She doesn't blame Clovis for wanting to protect his kid and nor was she surprised. Though that didn't mean she wasn't threatened by him still. The fact that someone dared to step in her way was honestly quite baffling to her. She was so used to being the bigger person nobody dared to mess with so this was definitely new to her and she hated it.
But what was she going to do? Tell them off?
The rain was hitting harder against the metal roof as time went on and the wind of shaking the RV back and forth. It made her uneasy to even think about being out there and she had enough of a heart to not send a blind kid out there. The man she didn't care about but she figured they were a packaged deal.

David gives a sharp, quiet gasp, plastering his back against the wall. He’d cornered himself by automatically going to the wall instead of the stairs or literally anywhere else. With each step she took he became less and less hopeful that Ryder would return soon.
What’s taking him so long?!
“I swear I wont hurt you! I’d only experiment on you if you were already dead! I don’t kill people!” He desperately claims, throwing his hands up defensively.
Reaching the top of the stairs silently, Ryder slowly peeks around the corner, his back against the wall.
Where did she come from? Did he threaten her?
He readies himself, having nothing with him but a knife, Gabriel and the black jar. He shoves the black jar into Gabriel’s sweater so he wouldn’t have to juggle it while threatening someone, then puts a finger to his lips as if the zombie would understand to keep quiet.
Gabriel doesn't seem to mind the jar and continues to try to eat into his arm.
Leash still in hand, knife in the other, Ryder rounds the corner.
“Afternoon, guys!” He lights says, giving Frenchie a smile. He looks to David, already certain this was his fault, since it normally was.
Now would be a great time to admit you’re an idiot before someone ends up with a slit throat again.
Gabriel stumbles forward, going towards Ryder’s shoulder this time.
(David may be itty, but Ryder is 6’3 and muscular lol)
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Onyx holds the silencer out in front of him, “It was on the counter here beside the door.” He explains, his foggy orange eyes still staring off past her.
The pounding rain on the roof of the RV beats down harder, thunder and lightning accompanying it now, the wind picking up to sway the vehicle to the left then the right.
Clovis puts a hand to the side of Onyx as the RV starts to feel more unsteady, just to make sure he wouldn’t stumble. He blows a piece of hair out of his face, reminding himself to pull it up later.
I hope this storm lasts for a good minute. We might be able to think up our next move and the storms often confuse the zombies.
Onyx puts his hand out, taking Clovis’ arm to stay steady. “What’s your name?”

The room was fuzzy and dark when Jax blinked open his eyes. He tried unsuccessfully to acclimate them to the darkness. His arm stung like hell, and he couldn't comprehend where he was. He rubbed his face, noticing the small dandelions. He had accidentally smeared their pollen all over him. He shook them off, some of them sticking to his face due to the blood. That blood had dried and would be difficult to remove. While attempting to climb out of the cot, he fell to the ground with a thud. He stood there, his vision swirling, as if the darkness was about to swallow him up whole. Jax felt the pain in his stitched-up arm spread throughout his body. Jax fiddled with the shed door, attempting to gain access to the outside. He looked rough when he finally got the door open. To protect his eyes from the sun, he had to raise his hand to shield himself. "Hello?" He croaked. He sneezed because of the pollen on his face, and he saw his stitched wound. It was swollen and red. He took a few steps across the lawn before leaning against the shed's wall. His body was leaning over like the Tower of Pisa, and he felt strangely dizzy. Jax looked as if he was about to throw up, but he shook his head and stood up.

When Jax patted himself down for any weapons he could use to defend himself, it dawned on him. He'd met an odd man and his sweet daughter. That's what happened to his arm; the wary guy stitched it up. As he stumbled through the backyard like a baby deer, his memories came flooding back. When he looked up, he noticed Cass staring at him, and he felt embarrassed about his condition. He didn't appear to be a strong person, but rather a weak child in need of parental supervision. He would wave hello, but that seemed rather odd now.

Frenchie tensed at the new voice, still keeping her knife trained on David. "Oh so there's more of you! What, is he your muscle for when subjects try to escape?" And then the zombie walked into the room. Her eyes widened but she resisted a scream. "And how do you explain that?" She stepped close enough to dig the point of her knife into David's chest. "You're not really making me feel like you have good intentions. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put this through you and spare myself the trouble."

Jesse slowly takes the silencer from Onyx, looking at Clovis as she did as if to silently ask permission.
"The names Jesse Nahdi" she states plainly as she makes her way towards the front of the RV, setting the silencer in the cup holder beside the drivers seat. Up front the steering weel was a bit battered, the leather flaking off as well as the seats. It was all a creamy tan color that she's tried her best to make it not look disgusting and for the most part she succeeded.
Jesse turns around to look at the two "What can i call you two?" she asks

Cass had taken his tools and washed them off a good bit along with his belt so it looked at least a little more clean. Now the tools lay on the back porch as well as the belt so it could dry.
Gushes of wind would flood past them periodically as they all sat outside. Ophelia was playing in a small patch of clovers, trying to find one with four leaves. Cass sits on the porch watching as the man pitifully attempts to keep himself standing. He stands, stepping over to him rather quickly. He knew he was a potentially untrustworthy person but his fatherly instincts take over. He overs his hand to him "hey you're okay. You're safe" he says, trying to be reassuring and comforting but he had no idea how much it would actually work.
As Cass holds out his hand for the man, he feels small droplets of water landing on his arm. The storm was rolling in much faster than he expected.
There wasnt much that could be done about it though. He guessed all of his plans would have to wait for today.
"here lets get you inside" he says softly, trying to hold eye contact with him. He wasn't about to leave him out here in the rain.

Jax looked up at Cass. He'd been alone since he was twelve with no one to bond to. He could survive on his own without his help, but his body and the other half of his mind told him otherwise as he doubled over. He felt nauseous, the pain in his arm still killing him to a degree. In this state of weakness, he needed all the help he could get to recover. He looked oddly thin from the lack of scavengeable food, and each step he took was shaky. Jax grabbed onto Cass' hand, slowly matching in time with his steps. The man appeared to be a little older than he was, off by 5 years. He looked into Cass' eyes, well his only good eye, and smiled. Something he hadn't done in years. Smile. "I don't think I am okay." Even though he was smiling, his tone was still flat. Void of all emotion. He wasn't going to show it easily to this stranger. Even though it's been years, and he'd been recovering moderately. Jax was still reserved in his own right.

He felt the droplets fall on his face as they freckled his skin. He glanced up at the sky, watching the dark, angry clouds obstruct the bright sky. As Cass brought him to the back porch, thunder rumbled in the throat of the dark sky. "I don't like thunderstorms," Jax muttered. "They're scary." And in his own right, Jax was sometimes like a child. He liked Cass' comforting tone and reassurance. He missed that from his own mother. He looked up at the thunderous sky once more before he was led inside.

(thank you TT^TT)

His touch is gentle and he holds his voice in a low, soft tone so as to not freak him out anymore than he has already.
on second thought…I don't know if putting him in the shed was the best idea… he thinks to himself as he walks Jax slowly across the backyard and onto the porch.
The wind picks up and the rain does as well, soaking into their hair and clothes. You would think the cold water and wind was refreshing but the weather hadn't been the warmest lately and they didn't think it'd get any better. Cass wondered if the cold would freeze the zombies to some extent if the weather got too severe. Maybe immobilize their joints temporarily. He doubted it though. It was his wishful, yet unrealistic thinking. Though he was sure there was some science behind it. He isn't too smart in that category so he tries not to dwell on it often.
Ophelia runs up to the door, her feet kicking up small droplets of rain from the grass as she does so. She reaches up to the slippery handle and swings the door open, holding it for the two. While Jax was "asleep" Fia had Cass put her hair in two braids now resting on her shoulders with small dandelions intertwined in her curls.
Cassius leads Jax inside, looking back to his daughter to make sure she would come in as well. Which she did, locking the door behind her.
I could have simply put him inside and watched for him to wake up. No he would have gotten blood and dirt everywhere. This is fine
His thoughts swirl around in his head as he questions his judgment, hoping he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Cass’s worry for the man now overwhelms his discernment of trust as he tries his best to think of how to properly take care of him.
(he's so worried)

(Awww, Cass! Jax is just having a 'I wish I was a kid again' moment)

(lol i dont blame him XD)

(Hey sorry I haven't posted like at all tomorrow I wasn't feeling good and was really busy. I should have said something my b. I'll post in a little bit tho^^)

(As someone who also feels like crap, I appreciate this)

(Hey sorry I haven't posted like at all tomorrow I wasn't feeling good and was really busy. I should have said something my b. I'll post in a little bit tho^^)

(As someone who also feels like crap, I appreciate this)

(lol im glad. i hope you get to feeling better as well :,)

Jax’s body shook from the rumbles of thunder in the sky. He hated storms like these. They brought back—distant memories. He gripped Cass’ hand, squeezing it hard as he made his way across the lawn. He didn’t care if he just met this stranger. He needed support. Lots of it. He wasn’t fond of being put in the shed. The darkness had messed with his head, and his vision couldn’t comprehend whether he was dead or not. Jax didn’t know if he had screamed himself awake or not. He leaned over again, about to puke, but he lifted his head and continued on his journey to the porch. Once he stepped onto the solid concrete, Jax leaned against the wall, still holding onto Cass’ hand. Ugh! It annoyed part of him that he was acting like a child. Even the eight-year-old was acting more mature than him.

The cold wind brushed against his clammy skin, making it feel like ice. His muscles tightened, and he shivered, his breath coming out in shaky intervals. Jax hated being involuntarily wet, the rain flattening his hair, making a few strands of raven black hair fall in his face. The pollen on his face had been whipped and washed away, the blood still sticking to him. He watched Ophelia open the door, noting in his own mind how cute she looked and wishing he had a little sister. Once he was brought inside, he couldn’t stand any longer and collapsed to his knees, still holding onto Cass’ hand. This is your punishment for being out there on your own for so long. Fighting zombies every day. Trusting no one to help you. And not scavenging for food Although, his food situation wasn’t his fault. There was nothing out there to find, and everyone was hostile, worse than the zombies. Jax didn’t know what to do.

The wind slams the wooden sheds doors open as they were never shut, making Ophelia let out a small "eek!" as she turns around to look at it, looking back to Cass to see if he would do anything about it. Though she decides to ignore it and close the wooden door after the half-broken screen door. She takes off her beaten up shoes and shakes the water off of them and sets them by the door.
They could hear the rain beating against the roof of the house a little less now that they were inside. The muffled sound a bit more comforting than the harsh clatter of the storm outside. As the thunder sounds they feel the ground and the walls around them shake a bit, just enough to send an unsettling feeling down their spines. Though Cass loved it, Ophelia was normally terrified. Only if she focused on it. She didn't show it as much as she was focused on Jax and worried for him.
Cassius was suddenly jerked down a good foot or two when Jax collapsed now bending over and looking down at him concerned. His eyes wide in worry as he kneels beside him "here lets get into the living room and ill light the fireplace and fix some food while you rest okay?" he says softly, his hand still holding onto his. And he wasn't about to let go. Not until Jax specifically wanted him to.
Ophelia kneels down to the other side of Jax, leaning her head down to look at his face with her big eyes "are you okay?" she asks, copying what she had seen her dad do to comfort him. She puts her small hand on his shoulder hoping that would help.

(Opheliaaaaa, why do you have to be so cute!?)

(im glad you like her! this is my first time ever writing a kid so i was nervous she wouldn't be too good!)

Jax swallowed forcefully, his mouth sandpaper-like. He felt fevered but wasn't sick. At the very least, he didn't think he was sick. He nodded, attempting to stand up. He was startled by the wooden doors slamming against the shed walls, and he fell to the ground once more. Jax was pitiful, having exhausted all of his strength in an attempt to stand. A straightforward human task. As vertigo overtook Jax, he clutched Cass so tightly that he nearly broke the bones in his hand. "Alright." He muttered. He needed to so rest and get some food in his stomach right away. He raised his head, looking at Ophelia, and shook it. "I'm not in good shape." Jax grabbed Cass' shoulder and used him as a crutch to get up. "I apologize for being a bother." Jax spoke in a hushed tone in Cass' ear.

Jax sighed with relief and shimmed off his blood-soaked jacket once he was laid on the couch. He did his best to remove his boots and placed them by the couch's side. "Thank you." He breathed. His words were slow and he closed his eyes. Why was his body failing him? What had he done wrong? Sure, he was thin, but it wasn't his fault. He hadn't caught a virus, either. He welcomed the heat of the house as it settled onto his skin. His skin was dotted with sweat, but he shivered uncontrollably once more. Jax hoped Cass could figure out how to assist him; the stitches wound was redder than usual, but was healing nicely.

(question bc i forgot and i can't seem to find it. But have they exchanged names yet?)
Cass winces a little as Jax squeezes his hand to the point where his palm folds in on itself and his knuckles squeeze together. Though he tries not to show the pain as much so he could focus on helping Jax to the best of his abilities. He helps him sit on the couch, Ophelia quickly following the two and leaning over the back of the couch, her feet a good few inches off the ground as she swung them. "do you want tea? Daddy makes yummy tea" she asks him.
Cass sighs "Fia lets give him a little space okay?" he says softly to her before looking down at Jax, picking up his boots and jacket, taking them to the entryway of the house so they don't get anything else dirty.
"getting some rest should help so don't resist some sleep if you can help it" Cass says, kneeling by the fire, picking up a box of matches that rested above the fire places on a small shelf. He runs it quickly along the textured side, creating a small flame. He leans down and lights the coals, waiting for it to spread just a little before closing the glass pane and standing up.
"Don't have to apologize hun." he replies to him, setting the matches back up on the shelf. "you're not a bother. You're company and someone we can help. I'm glad to be the one who can help you" Cass says, putting his wrist to his forehead, then the back of his hand to Jax's cheek. "you most definitely have a fever. That's alright though."

Jax resembled a helpless kitten curled up on a stranger's couch, his body fighting a mysterious disease. He raised his eyes to lil Fia. "Thank you, sweetie, but no. I'm not a big fan of tea." He tried to calm down by allowing his mind to wander. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep." He mumbled incoherently. "I have terrible night terrors. I don't want to scream." His hands are trembling from his sleepy thoughts. The dream world did not appeal to him. It was even worse than the one they had been living in. "Could I please have a blanket?" He expressed his curiosity aloud. In this man's home with his young daughter, Jax felt out of place. He didn't want to frighten Cass, but there's a glimmer of hope in Jax that he doesn't see him as a threat. “Thanks for the help. I’ve been alone for—many years. I’m not used to helpful people.” His raven hair was messed up as he rubbed his right eye with the base of his palm. As he slowly blinked in and out of conciseness, his once bright eyes dulled.

When Cass put the back of his hand to Jax’s cheek, he flinched. "There's no way I'm fevered. I was fine until recently, and I haven't caught anything." In a desperate whine, he uttered his words. He didn't want to get a fever because it could mean a lot of things. The worst-case scenario is that he contracted the zombie virus in some shape or form. Jax convinced himself that it was because he hadn't eaten in a long time and that he'd feel better once he did. The fever-induced trance, on the other hand, told him otherwise. He could be weak due to a lack of food, but that didn't explain the sweat.

(Sorry I was off for like two whole days, my weekend was busy all of the sudden haha I hope you guys are feeling better <3)(Also :’) Lil Fia and Jax are adorable and I love it)

David keeps his hands up, the idea of being killed by a woman made of pure spite and muscle not sitting well with him. He furrows his brow.
“N-no! That’s just his friend!”
That did not make it sound better, you idiot. He internally cringes at himself.
Ryder waves a hand, the one with the leash in it, starting to worry that she might actually stab David. Which he wouldn’t blame her, but still.
“Listen, I have no idea what he told you, but he’s just like,” he twirls a finger by his ear, I suggesting that David was crazy or mentally unstable. He lowers his voice a little, leaning forward although he is still a good couple feet away (he’s still like two steps front he doorway). “He’s a little weird, if I’m being honest.” He straightens back up, looking to David, then back to her. “He’s harmless, I swear.”
Gabriel starts to stumble away from Ryder, and he puts an arm in front of him, casually pushing him back. “So is Gabriel. He doesn’t,” he gives a soft chuckle, “he doesn’t bite.”
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Onyx looks back to the countertop, fingering with the container the silencer had been behind now. “Onyx.” He softly states.
Clovis looks to Onyx, then Jesse, unsure of the interaction. “I’m Clovis, it’s nice to meet you.” He gives her a small tilt of his head and a quick, soft smile.
Was she hurt earlier? There were a lot of zombies out there.
His mind jumps straight back to whether or not she was okay, now that she wasn’t approaching Onyx. He looks her up and down quickly but not noticeably, trying to single out any injuries.
I wonder if she has a first aid in here? If she did, I’m sure she’d have more supplies than us.