The rain doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. Hell, it's soothing if he's honest. Do you know how long it's been since he's had a goddamn shower?
... Well, not long since he found old Rick and co., but that's beside the point. He'll take a nice dose of water where he can get it, even in freaky deaky Creepsville or whatever the fuck this is. He shifts his weight a bit as he eyes the rows of empty houses. Strangely, that's not the unnerving bit. He's used to seeing dilapidated buildings and looted homes. It's the goddamn apocalypse.
"Well, give me a dog and call me Dorothy because I am a hell of a long way from home." There's no reason to be talking right now, no one seems to be around, but fuck if it doesn't soothe his nerves somewhat. Eventually, he approaches some of those empty homes, peering in through a window thoughtfully.
"Anybody home? Hello?" He draws the last out in a sing-song voice, even if he fully expects nothing.
What he needs, ASAP, is a fucking weapon. What, he can get dropped off, but he can't have fucking Lucille with him?
Day 12 | OTA
... Well, not long since he found old Rick and co., but that's beside the point. He'll take a nice dose of water where he can get it, even in freaky deaky Creepsville or whatever the fuck this is. He shifts his weight a bit as he eyes the rows of empty houses. Strangely, that's not the unnerving bit. He's used to seeing dilapidated buildings and looted homes. It's the goddamn apocalypse.
"Well, give me a dog and call me Dorothy because I am a hell of a long way from home." There's no reason to be talking right now, no one seems to be around, but fuck if it doesn't soothe his nerves somewhat. Eventually, he approaches some of those empty homes, peering in through a window thoughtfully.
"Anybody home? Hello?" He draws the last out in a sing-song voice, even if he fully expects nothing.
What he needs, ASAP, is a fucking weapon. What, he can get dropped off, but he can't have fucking Lucille with him?