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"Nothing." Snapped Drew, standing up and opening the door, leaning against the doorframe. He long, silken hair draped ominously over his face.

He blinks, still half asleep, and shrugs. "Sorry, geez." He pulls his head back in and shuts the door, muttering under his breath.

He nodded curtly, his pain and the fear of being discovered causing a sour mood.

“There’s something wrong.. let me check you out to see what’s hurting you.. maybe I can help you..” Skylar urged. She knew he was in pain, and all she wanted to do was help him.

"No. There is absolutely nothing wrong, nothing at all." He insisted. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

He sighs, sifting through his bag, pulling out a picture of a younger version of him next to an older man and a little boy. "I'm coming for you, Dad." He stuffs the picture into the sack and closes it.

Skylar glared at him, she wanted to be persistent. “Fine, if you don’t want help, then that’s your choice.” Skylar rolled her eyes slightly and walked off. It was her instinct to help others in need, once she gets to know them.. but for someone to deny her help was unusual to her.

Purring, the symbiote whispers to Skylar, "How bad do you want to help him? Perhaps we could -force- him to accept our help?" The symbiote urges you to think about how the man can help, and how valuable his skills may be. Healing him may be complex, or simple, but would it be worth the resources? Should we just end him now?

He walks out of his room and heads downstairs, swinging the bat over his shoulder.

Skylar shook her head. To everyone else, she was seemingly talking to herself, but whatever was in her head was the source of her talking. “No, if he doesn’t want help, we shouldn’t force it upon him.” She had gotten used to the symbiote and for some reason, she didn’t mind it.

He walks outside of the compound, humming and grinning, looking around for any zombies/walkers/infected, prepared to blow off some steam. "Been while since I had some good old-fashioned fun."

Seeming pleased, or perhaps just not caring, the symbiote fades into silence.

Drew sighed, turning and returning to bed, ignoring the still-open door. He laid down once again, hands over the wound, eyes closed.

Skylar decided to walk around for a bit, possibly clear her mind. After walking around for about 30 minutes, she decided to take a shower- freshen up a bit. So she did just that.

Drew curled in a ball.

Foxy was on the ground again

He walks into the woods, whooping and killing a good amount of undead/zombies/walkers/infected/Ted. "WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" A good amount of guts spray from his general direction.

She tries to stand up

((She's in the compound/house thingy))

Ember walked back towards where her room was located and sat down on the bed, sighing slightly as her leg got some more rest. She sat there a while, bored, before she realized that she still haven't taken a shower yet. With the inviting thought of warm water rinsing away her wrongs and her body the girl stood up once more and tried to remember where the washrooms were held.

Skylar got done with her shower and got dressed. She walked back to the room where foxy is. “Dear lord, kid, what’re you doing?” Skylar looked at foxy. Skylars Hair was still wet, with it going to the lower part of her back, in wavy strands.