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Xander kept his pace, the thought of being out here in the dark where zombies were much more active seemed to keep creeping up in his thoughts, and the fact that Mercy kept giving him dirty looks occasionally, What was her problem...it wasn't like he had done anything terribly mean to her. Xander looked over at her, seemingly unbothered, "Defiantly." He said jokingly, soon realizing that she was serious..." Where'd all that built-up anger come from? hm?" it was randomly sudden she'd say something like that, in the beginning, she did seem friendly. But this? he was completely dumbfounded, What was her problem? |
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She blinked. He was acting like she had a problem? "I don't know. I kind of figured the first living human being you've encountered in months would be someone you didn't want to dispatch immiediately after meeting. You don't seem exactly pleased about me being here in general." What if she was being overdramatic? Maybe she had forgotten how to socialize. Maybe she looked like a rat or something. Her hand drifted to her hair absentmindedly as she looked forward again, still a bit upset. She was used to people being a bit more personable toward her. Well, she wasn't really used to anything any more, but, you know. |
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Xander looked over at her, "So you expect me to trust someone I just met? Yeah no, I'm not that type of person...even if you helped me." He paused, "I'm sure there are other people out there." Xander shrugged, he personally gave himself his own company- and he had mostly gotten used to no human contact, so meeting another person who's not a zombie did surprise him, but he hadn't had any plans of sticking together...apparently, she did. He looked up at the sky, studying it closely, the sun would be setting soon. |
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"I do. What kind of ulterior motive could I possibly have? I have been alone for months. Hell, maybe its been a year. It's felt like a damn eternity. Maybe we're different, but that's hard for me. If you still have a will to live with no one and nothing to live for? Good for you. I don't." She crossed her arms, looking determinedly forward. "Yeah. Maybe there are. Maybe there aren't. But if they are out there? God only knows how far they are. If there aren't any? Then to hell with me. So guess what, Sir Too-Good-For-Company? You're stuck with me, like it or not. And I'd start liking it now. Im pretty easy to get along with, y'know. Well, when you aren't acting like im a stray dog following you around." |
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