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Re: Apocalypse

[overfivethousand]

His rifle is already up and at the ready, finger on the trigger, when he hears the shot and sees the source of the noise: one zombie, down and not getting back up, one human on the ground blinking at him, looking far too calm for the situation. He guesses it could be shock, maybe, but by now he's pretty sure that anyone who could die of shock already has. He doesn't lower the gun just yet--never know, this guy could be part of the group his had tangled with. He'll ask in a second. There's something more important than that to deal with first, though, and that's:

"You bit?"

[amos_moses]

"Nope." Amos answers in a New Orleans accent, snappier than the typical Southern drawl. He eyes the kid, then very slowly moves to check his gun, before holstering it at his hip. He starts dusting out his hair and his jacket, all the while keeping a weather eye on the gun and moving as nonthreateningly as possible.

"You alright?" He returns the question. "Not hurt?"

Asking after the wellbeing of a stranger might be odd, but Amos can't help it.

[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.