She followed him quietly, looking at him, alarmed, when he started giggling. "Are you okay? What the hell is funny?" She glanced around nervously, as if the misted would pop out from a clothing rack.

He looked back at her wondering why she was so concerned. "I did that," He said, pointing at the mess over there. He smiled at her concern and mild terror. "You're so jumpy,"

She nodded and exhaled, wandering further into the store. "Yeah, I am jumpy, because I used to live down the street from here and had to watch-" She began to snap at him, catching herself before she said something she would regret. "I just don't like it here, okay?"

He tipped his head to her as she started to rant, he kept the even expression. He was not going to let her think he was pitying her, even if he was. Being pitied sucks because of the way people looked at you. "Sorry," He looked around. "Go fish." He said motioning to the racks of clothing, he turned to watch the door.

She nodded, only slightly sorry about her outburst. She walked over to a clothing rack of shirts, glancing through them until she found one she seemed to like. She whipped it off the clothing rack and turned to him, holding the Zebra-striped shirt in front of her. "What do you think, Luke? Does it wash out my face?" She asked sarcastically. "I don't want to look pale. Come on, tell me the truth. I can handle it!"

He stared out of the building, he was disturbed by the silence outside. Sure there were birds and such, probably rat and mouse galore. He turned around at the sound of her voice. He narrowed his eyes and put on a thinking face. "I don't think anything can wash out your face cuz I'm kinda scarred looking at it." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Who doesn't like a bit of striiipes." He teased.

She huffed and walked over, flopping the striped shirt on his chest. "You know, you look good in stripes. They should be your go to because, I mean, you are just glowing." She rolled her eyes and walked back over to the shirt rack, grabbing a bunch that were her size and NOT stripey. Afterwards she inspected the pants aisle and found more that were her size, shoving them in the bag. She walked somewhere to grab a bunch of other things before she made her last stop: shorts. She started flopping a bunch into her bag when a rattle behind her took her by surprise. Before she could fully turn around, a rotting misted lunged at her from behind. She barely had time to yelp, desperately lunging away away from it, but it was holding onto her too tightly. She slammed her heels into the damn thing, but it didn't relent, desperately trying to draw blood with either its claws or its teeth. "GET THE FUCK OFF!" She growled, somehow able enough to avoid getting her flesh ripped.

He narrowed his eyes in amusement. He glared at her with a smile on his face. "Thank you, I feel fabulous." He said, with a little tease. He turned back to the door when she walked away, but the sound of rustling whipped him around. He slipped the pistol out of its holster and bolted as soon as she yelped, he turned the corner and fired off two shots when she screamed. He ran over and ripped it off of her, leaving a final cap in its head. He wiped his hand off on a random nearby pair of pants. "Are you-" He looked up in the middle of his sentence and saw another shove out from a rack behind Mercy, he moved her out of the way and put a hole in its head and another in its chest. "Get your shit we gotta move." He said in a far more serious tone, on high alert.

"Don't have to tell me twice." She said, trembling. She grabbed her bag with one hand, and his hand with the other, dragging them both out of there like their lives depended on it. Which, they did. The adrenaline had too much control over her for her to do much except run. (He gets grabbed, its her turn to save his ass?)

Yes, also herhehrhe 100 posts in two days?))

He let her lead him out, but apparently they were heard. As they passed an alley, they were ambushed. Who knew they were smart enough for that. This one ran at them, barrelling into Luke and throwing them both pretty hard onto the ground, his pistol flung out of his hand. It crawled right at him without any hesitation because pain probably flew out the window for these.