When she walked off to collect necessary supplies he rubbed his arms until he felt less numb and then stood to leave that spot. While she got water he checked the aisles labeled sport gear- faded dusty print hung on the sign overhead. Here there was various gear to consider in the quest of zombie slaying. He choose a gulf club, bouncing it lazily in his hands before swinging at an imaginary tee- pretending to watch the little white ball soar towards the ceiling as he knew humans did in the sport related to it. After a moment he picked up a wooden baseball bat as well and fancied the weight. The rules involved with its game were a little more complicated than gulf though so rather than picturing the playing field he carried it back with him, to sit once more.

Returning Cassie’s smile when she joined him once more before accepting the ravioli and then the can opener. He put it aside when she started speaking and took the baseball bat and gulf club in both hands and held them out to her. “I travel a lot.” He explained vaguely. “Which do you want? The club or the bat?”