"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.
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"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.