#oliveiraisms

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"Going to be rather difficult to retrieve anything; considering our current situation."

At the question about why he was here, Simon subconsciously rub the small swelling upon the back of his neck. His poor excuse of a mother jabbed him with some sort of concoction days prior to now. Didn't think much of it; wasn't the first time that psycho had come at him with something or rather.

"If you insist." He replied before tucking the kit back into his bag. He lets out a sigh before glancing at the window. It was covered by a curtain, but he could hear the creatures that lurked outside.

"You're telling me..."

Despite the madness going on around them, Simon seemed rather... calm. As if being surrounded by the undead was just a minor inconvenience in his life. But, as the pair had found a somewhat safe place to rest and check equipment, Simon was taking advantage of the break to enjoy a well earned cigarette.

Though a bottle of whisky would have been better...

Hoo boy, this guy is kinda dense... But that's okay. He likes 'em a little dumb.