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[ersatzdivinity]

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[overfivethousand]

"I'm fine." An automatic response, but it's more or less true. There's some aches and bruises, a lingering headache, but he's pretty sure there's no concussion. He's not dizzy, no double vision, no nausea, and that means he can keep on going. The rifle stays for a moment longer as he examines what he can see of the guy, and seeing no bloodstains he finally lowers it, shrugging the strap over his shoulder. "Hey--have you seen anyone else around here? I was with some friends, but we were attacked--I'm just trying to catch up with them."

[amos_moses]

"Jess you," Amos answers, relaxing his shoulders as the rifle lowers and shifting to a more normal tone instead of the carefully calm one he had been using.

He really doesn't like being shot.

"I got separated from my friends, too." He got to his feet and tested out his ankle. A little twinge but it still held weight and Amos nodded. "We could stick together for a bit until we find somebody, maybe?" He glanced up and grinned, bright and friendly. "Promise I'm not usually so bad at escaping zombies." Well, on occasion. But he was really lucky, so that mostly made up for it? Sometimes.