[center]Casey Guidry - Road - Molly [@Weeping Raven]

- Before - 

"You need to forgive yourself of your sins. In this world they'll chew you up and spit you out. You've been away for a while and haven't seen this world change, but I'll prepare you for what's to come don't worry. Look, see that one up here, you have to aim for its head, no other way to kill them. Swords like these are swift and silent, they don't attract others so they're your best bet. Silence is key. You never want to find yourself surrounded by them, they may seem weak and fragile on their own but in a crowd there's no escape," Ray explained, whistling to attract the attention of a lone walker up ahead. The beast turned on call and followed command like a leashed dog. It moaned through its teeth, face disfigured entirely from its transformation. Its shoulders rocked side to side with every step, tumbling forward uncontrollably in hopes to catch its prey. Ray moved forward, took a distractive step to the right and twisted at the hips leftward to slash through the walker's skull like a samurai. The top of the monster's head went airborne as the rest of its body plummeted to the pavement like a stringless puppet. 

Ray turned to Casey with a smirk. "Like that," he said blissfully - all while cleaning his sword on the victim's clothing scraps. Casey brought his baseball bat down, no longer threatened by the deadman. "How long does it take people to turn once infected?" he asked Ray, hovering over the stillness of their target. It was unbelievable to think a simple disease - something that started off as just a cold - turned people into these hideous mindless creatures. It was like living in a fictional world and still very new to Casey - a reason his gratitude towards Ray could never be repaid. The man had opened his home to him despite the knowledge of Casey's story. The man lived by virtues that many never possessed. 

"It varies. Some turn immediately after being infected, others can take up to a week. I mean, I haven't seen many personally, but that's what they were saying on television before they stopped broadcasting. I've tried to help as many people as I could, but sometimes it isn't enough. There's no cure Casey, so whatever you do don't get bit."

- Now - 

It was difficult to hide the smirk on Casey's face when the girl countered with an insult. Humanity was not doomed after all, people still had humor apparently. Cautiously, Casey placed his handgun at the back of his belt-line. Using his jacket he hid the handle while moving into clear view and away from his vehicle. Showing the girl he meant no harm, he raised both his hands and shrugged - trying to convince her he was unarmed. "Look, I'm heading twenty more miles down this road. I can drive you to wherever you need to go if you want the lift. You just need to put your weapons down first, deal?" he proposed. 

He had zero intention of harming the girl, just wanted to lend her a ride if she needed it. He understood this new world and a girl like that would not last on her own for very long. Sooner or later someone would find her and use her to fulfill their needs. It was a horrific thought, but one vindicated by reality. It was great to think all men were created equal and under the image of their creator, but they were filled with iniquity. It was as though the devil himself collaborated with his enemy to make the perfect wildcard. 

"I'm going to see my parents. I'm sure they have food, water and shelter. I'm sure they can spare some and help you, I know it's hard out here for most," he added, trying to convince her to join his little crusade into town. [/center]