[b] – Farmhouse - [/b]

[i] – Mercy –[/i]

Mercy felt a chill run the length of her spine as she accidentally caught Cat's eye more than once when she looked towards him, she couldn't help but curse him for the way he was sitting shrouded in shadows with just half his face on show. It made him appear twice as menacing as before and caused her heart to pick up the pace, propelling her blood faster through her veins and causing an uncomfortable ache to surface within her chest. She had glanced at him to monitor his reaction to her offer at the wrong time, seeing him narrow his eyes and easily reading the suspicion behind them she turned her head slightly off to the side lifting her free hand she wrapped her fingers around her wrist and nervously rubbed at her inked skin. 

She physically flinched as he begun to move without giving her a vocal answer she wasn't exactly sure what to expect, she simply stayed where she was watching him out of the corner of her eye and carefully maintaining an acceptable level of submission. Although she didn't know Cat, she was fairly confident in her ability to appear defenceless and meek of which Dog had in a roundabout way mentioned was the safest way to appear to his brother. As Cat de-robed she found her eyes drawn to the many scars adorning his skin, no doubt each one had some form of story behind it not that the blonde was going to ask about them...she didn't want to risk angering the dark haired man especially when his twin wasn't there to calm him down. Her eyes lingered on the numbers carved into his left shoulder, the number of beast. 

Although she couldn't really recall the significance of the numbers she knew what it was and that it was often said to be something to do with the devil himself. [i]Are you the devil though? Or just a victim of his?[/i] Mercy shifted from one foot to the other as her thoughts jumbled together in a nervous cluster at the front of her mind. She watched him sit down on the floor cross legged and lifted his injured arm she took the gesture as a silent answer to her question which led her to take a hesitant step towards him as if to test out her theory.

She froze as his cold voice split the silence between them, his voice caused her heart to jump against her rib cage violently as tendrils of fear slithered through her ribs. "O-Ok" She stuttered out keeping her gaze downcast she moved over to him without another moments hesitation and lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, placing her first aid kit down on the ground she flicked the lid open before reaching out for his arm. sliding her fingers onto his scarred skin she attempted to move his arm so she could see his wound clearly. She was aware of his eyes on her as she sat there but she didn't seem particularly bothered by it now she had something to concentrate on, however she licked at her lower lip nervously. With a soft hum she reached down to grab a sealed package from her first aid kit leaving one of her hands resting on his arm, she brought the packet up to her mouth and gripped the wrapper between her teeth in order to tear it open and remove the wipe from inside of it. 

“This is going to sting” She warned him lifting her eyes to his cheek as she spoke unwilling to catch his eye. She was aware he had probably endured things far more unpleasant than the slight sting on an antiseptic wipe but she didn’t want to surprise him in anyway. After verbally warning she brought the fabric down towards the cuts on his arm and ran it over each the lacerations in turn carefully clearing away the blood and any unsavory substances that may have been there. “...have you and Dog been alone since the beginning of this?” Mercy asked him as she tended to his arm, she spoke quietly but her voice didn’t quiver despite the fear that was causing her heart to beat at an uncomfortable speed. She didn’t think Cat was one for chit chat but she figured there was little harm in [i]trying[/i] to engage him in some form of conversation. 

She sat back on her heels once his arm was clean placing the used wipe to the side she pulled out another sealed packet, a roll of make shift bandages and a few sterilized gauze’s listening out for an answer to her question. “A few stitches would help these heal faster...did you want me to do that?” She queried him rather than simply getting on with it, though she was already fishing out the hooked needle from one of the packets in front of her she had no intention of continuing without his permission. As she awaited his answer she felt her eyes lift curiously to inspect a few of the scars on his torso, her curious nature caused her to wonder where and how he had acquired each one...the fearful side of her was under the impression the less she knew the better.

[b] –Fuel Run- [/b]

[i]– Tamashii – [/i]

Although Tamashii didn’t say anything about Remy’s answer to her question, she did think privately over what he had said. [i]Hmm, so that vest isn’t just for show [/i] she couldn’t help but feel the cold sting of jealousy at his words. The apocalypse had prevented her from gaining such a title, she shoved the selfish thought to the back of her mind however and decided she may have to ask him about his past before they parted ways. 

Tamashii raised her eyebrow at Dog as he greeted her with an overly eager smile, she felt obliged to frown in reply to it, though she continued on with her instruction. She found her facial expression out however as Dog simply saluted her and did exactly as she had asked without hesitation, it was oddly satisfying not having to repeat herself or meet resistance. She felt her mouth twitch up into a small smile; her thought trail suggested she had spent far too long solely in a certain blonde’s company.

Whilst Remy took point in front she stayed behind him keeping a keen eye on their surroundings, every so often she ducked down to check underneath the cars. By the time Remy broke away from her and ducked behind a parked car she had come to the same conclusion as him, everything was clean even the inside of the cars bore no mark of the apocalypse. She caught Remy’s quick movement out of the corner of her eye and instantly slunk down to crouch beside him, inspecting his facial expression before she cast a suspicious glance around them. “Yes...I have-” She answered his question before cutting herself off as he placed a finger against his lips and pointed towards the city’s entrance.

Her eyes grazed over the shambling corpses aimlessly stumbling across the tarmac, they seemed blissfully unaware of the groups presence at this moment. “They haven’t noticed us if we stay quiet we can get by without disturbing them” She pointed out, running a hand into her hair she pushed it away from her face and edged to the end of the car they perched behind, reaching up she flicked the petrol cap open and clicked her tongue in annoyance finding the lid beneath it had already been removed. “I get the feeling a lot of these ‘untouched’ cars might be empty already...” She murmured to Remy moving back over to his side. “We might get lucky though” She added peeking back around at the small gathering of undead by the city entrance. 

“Remy” Tamashii sighed as he glanced back at her in confusion; she struggled to prevent herself from replying rashly to his genuine question. She bit her tongue as she studied the undead floating around the entrance to the city, her mind already trying to piece together the broken puzzle in front of them. “There is only one reason this station is so well maintained” She looked at him briefly trying to figure out whether he knew what she meant or not. 

Regardless of whether he did or not she stood back up and lifted her hands to her mouth releasing a low toned bird whistle as a signal for Kaylah and Dog to start their search for fuel. Remy and herself hadn’t ventured too far away it was too far too safely converse with the pair of them. She lifted her hand and waved it in a downward motion trying to signal for them to act quietly though the downward motion could have easily been mistaken for a signal to stay low either way she hoped it was enough for them to proceed with caution. Once she was confident they had seen her she sunk back down beside Remy and spoke again. 

“It’s a trap and the sooner we figure it out the sooner we can get out of it” She told him, her eyes sweeping across the landscape in front of them, she moved closer to Remy lifting a hand and gently rested it against his upper arm. “Look, I’m going to grab a hose pipe off of Kaylah and quickly sweep through the rest of these vehicles. I need you to watch that opening like a hawk, I get the feeling the undead are not part of this plan...they should create enough of a distraction that we can get away should we need to” She told him, waiting for his response be it positive or negative, either way she had a very determined look on her face that suggested she wouldn’t be swayed from her current course of action.