Robin rolled her eyes and shrugged, pulling her hand away.

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious."

She huffed and looked at her hand. She then pulled a glove out of her pocket and put it on. They looked like pretty hefty gloves, but movable. They were nice ones. Robin looked back at the nap, running her finger along it, trying to find where she wanted to go. She found a warehouse type of store, (kinda like idk Lowes? If that's even how you spell it.) Robin began making her way toward it, at a slower pace then normal so that Dallas could walk with her.

Dallas rolled his eyes as she yanked her hand away, setting his hands on his hips. "Damn, sorry to bother you with my concern." He muttered, glancing at Buck to make sure the dog was doing alright. He was simply sitting a few feet away, ears perked and on high alert for anything.

Dallas scowled ever so slightly at her for the quick fix of gloves, shaking his head and following her in silence out of the store. He was more concerned about making sure there weren't any zombies around than being pissed at Robin for the moment.

Robin was looking back as she kept looking for what she needed. Finding the tools area she began looking for things, she was holding a hammer when a zombie jumped at her, without another thought Robin threw the hammer through its head. It's bloodied, rotten brain splattered everywhere and she gagged.

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"OK, ew."

She muttered, going back to looking. She then looked at Dallas and stated at him for a moment. She saw he was still giving her a look that said, "tour hand is still bleeding." She groaned quietly.

"I'm fine. I can wrap it again when we get back." She huffed. But when he didn't drop the look she sighed in annoyance and pulled a literal gauze wrap out of her bag, took off the glove and wrapped her hand. Then she put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow.

"Good?"