Cecelia Hunt

"Oh.. Uh yeah um." she stammered, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Just some soap.. If you can get your hands on it."

"Are you okay? You seem a little on edge."

Angie shrugged her shoulders.

Either way, it’s none of my business.

As the driver pulled over in front of one of the empty-looking houses, the big-eyed woman eventually withdrew her gun, placing it back to its sheath along her jeans’ belt.

Cecelia locked the car before walking up the garden path, checking her surroundings several times. She could not help but feel paranoid when she was out on runs. She was always on edge when she went out. This was why she rarely did it. She was more effective in the prison than out of it. She knocked on the door and pressed her ear against it, waiting to see if she could hear movement. Carefully, she tried the door but it seemed to be locked.

"Damn it." She hissed. She wasn't really expecting it to be open but it would be a damn sight easier. She however saw the window open slightly. 

"Stay there and if anything comes that is a threat just bang the door and do what you have to do." Cecelia told her. She didn't want her dying on her hands because she took awhile. Opening the window fully, she climbed in. To be honest, the place looked a little messy. It wasn't all that bad. The living room was tidy for what it was, she walked around carefully into the hallway and looked up the stairs and in the other door ways briefly before she took the keys off the side and unlocked the door, letting the other woman in.

"I still need to search this place but we shouldn't need to go upstairs or anything. Perhaps go into the kitchen and barricade the door and leave through the back?" Cecelia suggested quietly as she adjusted her bag.

For him it alternated, horrors of war some nights and other nights it was biters, then there were the few twisted images of both. His friends catching the grenade, their ruined bodies on the sand, dead eyes staring up at Connor as they opened and closed their bloody jaws hungrily.

"Are they all drugs and med kits?" Angie pointed at the packed stuff with her chin, changing the topic while wondering if the woman had anything else. "You seem to be carrying quite a lot in there. Someone expecting your return?"

Not so long after that, they drove past a tree that was somehow quite familiar to the brunette.

"Oh no, I'd be damn lucky if it was. It is just a lot of different things though there are a few meds and what not. I took about five packs of toothpaste and new toothbrushes though. There is never excuse to not take are of yourself. If anything, now more than ever. No one exactly has much left anymore." Cecelia said with a sigh.

She nodded at her words as she took the left the woman directed her with. She didn't speak till she found the right and turned. "I don't know but all I need is half an hour max of nothing disturbing us so I can treat you." She replied.

"And of course, I know that much, I do. About the shot to the head, the fact that you’re more useful to me alive than not…," she shrugged her shoulders, "But when you can no longer trust the dead to remain dead, then I suppose not simply trusting good people to remain good is just the safest thing to do, you know?"

While she hated it when people spoke to her like she knew nothing, Angie would’ve been lying if she’d said she didn’t see it coming. After all, such defensive-yet-strong counter was just as expected from someone – female, even – who dared setting their foot alone in the land that was now ruled by walking corpses. Doing so herself, Angie was more than aware that she would’ve said exactly what the woman had just said if she’d been in her shoes.

As the brunette still refused to withdraw her gun, a moment of silence soon followed until she began to feel rather uneasy. It was rare for her to sense any guilt for her rudeness, but this time, it just didn’t work that way.

"I’m just being careful, don’t worry," she finally started another conversation, "I’m not gonna actually kill you unless you’re putting me in danger." Looking through the window now, Angie pulled an attempt to recognize their surrounding, yet to no avail. There were only bushes and trees that looked ridiculously similar everywhere she looked.

"That I do know but the way I see it, even if it sounds stupid, by doing something good for a person, I hope that someone can do the same for me when I need it down the line. Sadly, I haven't had that back yet." Cecelia admitted with a humored tone. "But if you are going to put yourself at risk all over suspicion then be my guest but you aren't going to make it far from here if you do."

“But no, I guess it doesn’t matter.” He grunted as he reached up to rub at his eyes in an effort to bring his vision back into focus. After a moment, he sheathed his knife, yet kept a ready hand near the hilt just in case. He could overpower her if she tried anything, but it was no reason to let his guard down.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, concerned as he rubbed his eyes. "You seem tired. Not that I blame you. Sleeping out here, it must be awful. You never know if you are going to be safe." Cecelia said, more to herself than anything though.

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Angie was just about to reject the ride when a mix of indistinct growling – which was more likely indicating a herd of walkers instead of just one – was heard coming closer from the forest behind the gas station, probably drawn out by the woman’s voice when she’d first checked the building.

"Shit," the brunette pursed her lips and sighed, "I guess that leaves us no choice, huh?"

Throwing her body into the back seat, Angie quickly cocked her handgun and pressed its muzzle against the driver’s as soon as the other woman got behind the steering wheel, index finger ready to pull the trigger.

Cecelia climbed in the drivers seat and pulled off, driving down the road though not much in a hurry. This was no time for her to even speed around when one of those things could send her off the road or do something to the car. She had to take care, especially with an injured and apparently now hostile stranger in the back of her car.

"Then you'll be attracting the herd which could possible trap you and to make me not kill you, you have to aim for the head, not the heart." Cecelia told her sharply, not appreciating the threat. "Anyway, right now you need me more than I need you so unless you want to sign your own death letter then calm down and hold it together." Cecelia told her calmly. If there was one thing the prison group appreciated her for was her ability to be rational and level-headed in nearly every situation.

“Shit…” Connor growled, knife twirling in his hand as he thought for a moment and then backed up a few steps. It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth getting too close to a possible group of these things to scour down one place. He’d wait until it was clear again, maybe circle around and give it another go in a few days. For the time being however, he needed to move and get the hell out of here.

Taking the woman up on her offer, Connor ran to the passenger side of the door. “We gotta move.”

"Well, I wasn't exactly standing around for your sake." Cecelia told him bluntly as she pulled out. She sat in silence as they began to drive down the empty road, not saying anything to him. She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say. She just didn't know how to speak to him because they were clearly experiencing two different things here. They were both in the same problem but handling it in different ways.

"It is good you didn't kill it." Cecelia finally said. "Kill those you can't avoid. No point risking your life to take out one. It was a good call." She said, hoping to break the ice and the awkward silence. "Where is it you want me to drop you off?"

“I wanted you to be quiet, but if you’re leaving, problem solved.” Connor answered, a noise from behind causing him to turn. Sure enough there was a walker heading in their direction, one foot dragging behind and jaws snapping as it locked on to them. Hopefully it was the only one. Connor still hadn’t had a chance to continue digging around for supplies.

"Look, I would let you get on with your day and I get on with mine but that isn't how things can go one sometimes." She told him firmly. She looked over his shoulder to see the walker, limping and a lump formed in her front. "I would offer you a ride but you could be anyone but you can jump in now or kill it. What do you want to do about it?"