[b]Ricky - Main Street, Walker, LA - Chae, Moksha[/b]

Ricky turned when he heard Chae start breaking down again. She was taking the loss of her old friend hard. Indeed, he'd lost count of the number of times she'd collapsed in the street now. He'd given up on consoling her, but still refused to leave her behind. So like before, as she fell to her knees, he moved to defend her until she got herself back together. There weren't many zombies around, and the three that had thought to make a meal of this incredibly sad woman quickly discovered that the man in the way was not so easily defeated. He hacked the heads from the undead almost effortlessly, the heavy blade of his knife cleaving through their necks like a butcher hacked through joints on a carcass.

No more ghouls showed up this time, thankfully, and the chef began to wonder if he'd killed them all yet. He had certainly tried, with the number of times his new friend was giving up continuing. Of course, she always found more strength to carry on eventually, and this time they had little to worry about when the pair managed to keep going. Another zombie hove into view ahead, and Ricky sped up to kill it before it could really become a problem. His friend recited some poetry while he executed the monster with a stab through the eye socket, and a twist of his toothpick. 

He paused to look around while his companion caught up, and when she did, he regretted it a little. The woman was going mad from grief. She laughed and cried and went on about whatever strange poem she was distracted by. And he began to wonder if it might be a mercy to just kill her. Of course, he knew he wouldn't be able to. She was the first person he'd met in a very long time that wasn't trying to kill him. He couldn't kill her, because he wasn't sure what he'd do if he wound up all alone again. Finally she stopped leaning on him, only to ask if they might find a liquor store or something. "I'm sure we can find something." he offered in reply, thinking it might not be so terrible to get quietly fucked up for once. Sure, it was terrible for his health, and worse now that they had to hide from zombies. That wasn't going to stop him, a drunken stupor was probably the only release he'd get from this fucked up world.

"Let's go get sloshed, eh?" he suggested, leading the way once more. He was pretty sure it wouldn't be too difficult to locate a liquor store even without a competent navigator. If he was honest, he'd only given Chae the job because he was hoping it would distract her enough to have her not collapsing in the street every ten minutes or so. Obviously that hadn't worked out, so he would just have to find them something to drink, and make sure no one got eaten in the process...