Out in the world again. Axel had to debate on if this was a better option or worse than being on his own; he didn’t care for any of these people who had formed into a group just outside the city before they traveled deep into the woods. Many of them were runners, true survivors who knew their way around these parts. But Axel had no emotional attachment to any one of them, not even in the slightest.
But being on his own hardly sounded like a good plan, either, especially not in the state he found himself in. He was still recovering from injuries sustained on one of his last runs with Isaac, a blackened eye, bruised and broken ribs, busted knuckles, bruises that still discolored his complexion. Not to mention that he was sore all over from the crumbling of the watch tower, sporting an aching skull that was sure not to dissipate any time soon and a dislocated shoulder, cracked clavicle - at this point he wasn’t even certain. All he knew was that each movement of the limb sent shock waves of discomfort through the joint. He was in no shape to be taking on the infected or the real world on his own, not like this.
Of course, they weren’t safe here. The cover of trees was helpful, but it provided little more than that. “You got any ideas, princess?” Axel spat back to Kathryn’s complaints, laying his head back against the tree that he’d perched himself up against, eyes falling shut. “There’s more buildings east, but that’s also in the direction of the Red District. South east wouldn’t be a bad bet, or maybe north. West is these trees for miles and we’ll eventually hit the coast. Depends on what you’re bargaining for.” Isaac and he had scouted out these ways on nicer mornings, but it depended on if they were determined to remain around the city or if they were determined to survive. Staying near Fall City may not be ideal any longer. “You connected to Washington, love?”
