[b]Chapter: He Should be a Rhymer

James Feryana & Shannon Greene - Walking the streets[/b]

James looked at Shannon smiling, and smiled the tiniest bit as well. "Sure, we can go West, maybe find a vest, sitting on a crest, in a birds nest. Oh look, I'm rhyming now." James then started to walk, and looked up at Shannon. "Well, um, I can't really fight. I only killed one walker with the knife, but it was trapped by itself. I usually just run." He blushed a bit at Shannon, then turned his eyes on the street, looking between shops in case there were walkers lurking within them. It was unusually quiet, like a switch had been thrown to mute the world. James glanced back up at Shannon. "So, what about you? Have you used [i]your[/i] weapons? Have [i]you[/i] had to fight yet?"