"A-are you s-sure you-u don't-t wa-want to wear-r any of-f this?" Isabelle asked. She was decked out in any padding or protective gear Evan could find. She was wearing knee pads, elbow pads, wrist pads, shoulder and chest pads, shin guards, and a football helmet.
Evan smiled, "Nah I'm good. Thanks for the offer though." None of the gear would probably fit Evan's tall frame, but it was sweet that Isabelle thought to ask. "I want you to stay as close to me as possible alright? I'll protect you. These pads are just a backup plan."
Isabelle nodded and said, "T-there's a weapon-n cabinet i-in the-e basement-t."
Evans face lit up and he rushed down to the basement, only to come back up to retrieve his lock picking kit from the jacket he'd taken off earlier.
He went back down and came back up with a sword, which he strapped to his back, and a small dagger. He handed the dagger to a wide-eyed Isabelle. He proceeded to help her put the sheath around her waist.
"Alright. Time to go." he grabbed his jacket, put it on, and hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake.
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Who's Really the Bad Guy Here?
FantasyEvan just wanted to help people. That's the only thing he ever truly wanted. So, when an apocalypse happens and his best friends' family disappears and leaves their youngest member behind he finds her and he tries his best to protect her. Little doe...
