Not too far from where the mismatched group of strangers stood another pair of humans were walking. This was quite unusual. Normally, you’d be lucky to come across a single living thing walking around in this world and now there were six in a relatively small amount of space. Some would consider that lucky, others would choose the word suspicious. It would depend on who you talked too.
Draylan, a six-foot one born and bred solider, would probably say both. Not that he wasn’t expecting company, he had been told from the get-go that others would be on the same mission as him, he just didn’t quite expect to run into them so soon. They had only just started out the day before yesterday. Hell, they hadn’t even run into a proper hoard of zombies yet. He was entirely disappointed by the latter, after all it wouldn’t be a proper mission at all if he didn’t get a chance to show off.
Showing off, as it was, was one of his favorite hobbies. It was a fairly good stroke of luck that he had not only the supplies, but the ability to indulge in said hobby without actually dying. He hadn’t been promoted to the upper ranks for his good looks, after all.
Uneven dark brown hair fell into pale bluish grey eyes now as Draylan noticed the small group of four up ahead of him. Three standing, one on the ground, but all alive. A faint bit of disappointment set in as the realization that no, he didn’t get to shoot anything right now set in. But oh well. He’d get his chance, they all would.
“What do you make of that?” He asked in a smooth deep voice, casting a glance at the much smaller female who was walking behind him. He earned nothing but a scowl in return and couldn’t help but smirk. “I think we should check it out.”
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“Or we could not do that, and keep walking.” Sabel couldn’t be less interested in the four if she tried. On some level she understood that this was part of the deal, when they set out it had been a given that at some point others would be joining them. Like her older brother, she had not expected it to be so soon. Unlike her older brother, she was extremely displeased at the prospect of being surrounded by more people this early in the game. Who knew what kind of skill level they possessed? Or if they had skills at all. She wasn’t here to baby-sit anybody and generally just didn’t want to deal with it.
Pretty pale green eyes noted that her brother turned to head in their direction and her grip on the rifle she had resting on her shoulder tightened. Why did he insist on doing this to her? He was blatant asshole, that’s why. It seemed the more irritated she became with a situation the more her brother was amused by it. “We’re suppose to be saving humanity Sabel, not shooting other humans.”
“What if their zombies?” They weren’t of course, they both knew that, but she was hoping that they would suddenly turn into zombies and then she’d absolutely be allowed to shoot them and thus spare her the dread of being part of a ‘team’. She was a Runner. Runners didn’t have teams. They took messages back and forth and only engaged in social activity when it was required to complete a mission.
“They certainly look like zombies. Let’s go make sure.” Draylan hadn’t even bothered to hide the humor in that and she knew she had lost this one. That was the norm though, it was excruciating to argue with someone like her brother, not to mention pointless.
“Hey! Are you guys alright?” He called, not so loud that it attracted unwanted attention, but loud enough to be heard and Sabel sighed. She cast a single look back at the desolate open road behind them in longing. Goodbye sweet silence, hello random people on the side of the road.
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