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[b][i]Cat
Farm House || Attic
Characters Interacted: Mercy[/i][/b][/center]

Watching the woman fearfully draw closer to eventually kneel beside him to examine him, he could practically sense the fear dripping from her body. A slight tremble to it every time they made eye contact or when he spoke. Still quite curious, considering the obvious fear, he was somewhat impressed she was willing to get so close to him. Her neck was bare, and he could see fingers coil around the slender flesh and snapping it like a twig. He could, but he made no move to. Cat was unsure if she was being brave, a coward, idiotic, or kind. Perhaps a little bit of everything. 

As she tended to his injury, he didn't even flinch as stinging pain electrified from his arm and coursed through his body. Pain was a normal daily thing, and it kept his mind at a somewhat calm ease when no other solution was available. Though Dog seems to struggle with pain, a aspect he's somewhat disappointed in with his sibling. She needed to learn to deal with pain sooner rather than later after all. Though he supposed she handled his smacks well, she still cried and whined over every cut.

Blue eyes glancing toward the blonde woman at the question, he blinked slowly at her clear vocaled question, seeming somewhat approving her ability to somewhat hide her fear. A good quality to have when surviving.

[b]"Always."[/b] Cat stated in a blunt but calm honest manner.

His voice didn't indicate any emotion toward the aspect, despite his words meaning the two of them had been alone for all their lives. Now this girl probably wouldn't understand the very real truth through that word, since most normals couldn't imagine such a lifestyle, but he still gave the truth all the same. It seemed she was trying to converse, though Cat wasn't all that chatty and he never usually had long answers unless required. At her question of stitches, he simply gave nod in reply.

[b]"Do as you will."[/b] Cat replied, confirming his okay to continue. The tall man didn't really care if she wanted to stop or use her supply and skill to treat him, though he still found her actions slightly odd.

Cat was silent for a little bit, before his cold blue eyes examined what he could see of her face. [b]"Reason."[/b] he started to get her attention. [b]"What is your reason for surviving?"[/b] he asked in the same calm neutral tone. 

The black haired man watching her as he caught her curious gaze looking over his torso, more or less his deep scars. It was normal to be curious of such things, as they tell a unknown story and is the physical result of that story. Although, he doubted these scars stories would amuse someone like this girl. Perhaps in a way it would. It could be similar in the reason people enjoy reading mystery or horror books. Either way, he didn't really mind sharing stories to satisfy curiousity, it didn't much matter to him unlike Dog but Mercy was most likely too fearful to ask such personal questions.

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[b][i]Dog
Fuel Run || Truck
Characters Interacted: Kaylah, [/i][/b][/center]

As the others left and they were left behind, Dog rocked on his heels as his rusty brown eyes scanned the area while watching the cautious retreating forms. He didn't see anything, but he did hold a sense of uneasiness. It was odd when things were this quiet, after all since when was a zombie apocalypse quiet? Still he stood there and kept guard over the trucks before glancing toward the blue dressed woman as she spoke about bullets. Though seemed to be speaking to herself about it rather than Dog.

The gun in her hands caught Dog's attention and shifted a little closer to the woman with the same friendly energetic smile he's had since he joined the group. [b]"That's a nice Desert Eagle you have."[/b] he said quietly in order to not draw attention, but was too hyperactive to just keep completely silent. It was boring standing around doing nothing other than scanning the area for danger after all.