She looked at the house sadly. She mouthed the words "Until we know theres no chance of going back to the house any time soon." She settled back, watching the house disconcertedly.

He clenched his jaw and leaned back onto the tree, shutting his eyes. He hugged his right arm again, wincing, but the pressure kind of helped. This would take a long time.

Le skip until they do le running away?))

Yes))

They had been wandering for around a week since the house had been swarmed by the Misted. They were lasting well, it just wasn't particularly comfortable. Mercy sighed, walking side-by-side with Luke. "Luke, do you think that.." She paused to phrase her question. "Do you think that there might be more people out there? Like, civilization? Enough people who lasted to get back to some sort of normalcy?"

He glanced over at Mercy, biting his cheek. He looked at his feet. "There might beee, I don't know. I hope so, do you think so?" He glanced back at her, a hopeful look. He squeezed his right hand softly, he had no strength yet, and his fingers didn't touch his palm yet but he had hope.

"I think, maybe in some sort of twisted apocalypse novel, there would be. But this is real life. I think there might be a group as large as maybe 20 people out there, but any more than that and it would just be illogical for them to survive. Well, its technically illogical for anything to survive out here, and yet here we are." Mercy glanced at him and took in his hopeful look, hoping she hadn't crushed it with her logical-ness. "I guess I hope so too, though. It would be nice to know there are higher powers at work out there."

He shrugged. "I dunno I'd like to think my survival is purely logical and skill based." He said sarcastically, dropping any solemn expression he had. "It would, it would, it would also be safer just us though."

Mercy shook her head, chuckling. "I guess it would be safer, yeah." They walked on for a signifigant while, before they decided to stop walking. They set up a small ground camp as the sun began to sink over the horizon, red light filtering through the trees. She sat with her back against a tree. She was looking at her wrist quietly, lost in thought. She traced her fingers over the small buck tattooed there. (Eheheheh just wait the people shall come)

He watched her quietly, watching her tracing the tattoo. "When did you get that? I've seen it of course but," He was looking at her hands and not her face. The red light from the fire made his silhouette glow a bit.