#bottlethrown

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” There could be a more convincing time to make that statement, probably. Most likely any time other than when he’s cleaning blood off of the blades on his gauntlet- the same ones that just sliced the throat of the man at his feet. “Were they giving you trouble?” They seemed like the sort. Attacking any other person they saw, hoping to get something off the bodies. Disgusting.

          “Y’re doin’ fine, kid.”     He had to praise her for how she was holding up through all of this, especially concerning her condition. He didn’t think many would have held the same kind of courage she had, would they be in her shoes. If anything, he believed many would have decided another fate.     “At least better than I would’ve been doin’, at that age.”

Bill grimaced, slinging clicker gore off of his kukri before wiping it clean in what remained of one of their shirts.      “You an’ me both, kid.” He slid his weapon back into his pack, rising to his feet. “That’s th’ last of them fer now, though. We should keep moving.”

Bill: WELL I WON’t LIKE HER

Bill snorted, rolling his eyes as he tried not to smile.      “What do you call an alligator in a vest? An investigator.”

               ➥ ❝ Heh. You crack me up, kid. ❞