Her shoulders relax a little as the heat from the fire starts to warm her. The fact that the boy doesn't point his rifle at her also helps. God, the world's a mess, and Liv is no surer which side she belongs on than when this all got started. Sure, he won't prey on lone strangers, but she still has to eat brains. Better to be able to choose when and how she eats than to become a mindless husk of herself.
"I don't like to stay put." The answer comes out easily, practiced but natural after all this time. "I'm-- I'm looking for some old friends."
Maybe. It's hard to say where they might've wound up. Liv had started hiding as soon as possible, afraid of being quarantined and doomed to become a Romero.
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"I don't like to stay put." The answer comes out easily, practiced but natural after all this time. "I'm-- I'm looking for some old friends."
Maybe. It's hard to say where they might've wound up. Liv had started hiding as soon as possible, afraid of being quarantined and doomed to become a Romero.
"What about you?"