After The Fall

Safety In Numbers, Unless It's Not Us

Minx frowns as she kills the infected in front of her, looking around quickly. Cry jogs over from around the left side of the house, knife in hand. Minx gestures at the corpses littering their front yard, "You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?"

Cry raises an eyebrow, "The dead people? Uh, yeah, I'm not blind."

He smirks at her glare and she puts her hands on her hips, "I mean how close they are to the house, you sarcastic--"

Cry laughs as whatever else she was going to call him is cut off by Entoan as he runs over to them, "Guys, we got a problem."

They turn to him and he looks freaked. Minx looks worried, "What is it?"

Cry looks concerned, but says nothing. Entoan shakes his head, "Let's talk inside."

He turns and leads them inside. Once they are safely secure inside the house, Entoan turns to his friends, "The infected are changing."

Cry frowns, crossing his arms, "What do you mean?"

"The ones I just took out behind the house, some of them ran at me," Entoan runs a hand through his hair nervously, "They fucking ran, man!"

"The infected can't run," Minx replies, shaking her head, "Are you sure you saw them run?"

"They ran straight at me!" Entoan throws his arms up, pacing back and forth, "I've never seen them do that before!"

"Okay, calm down." Cry steps up, "Take a deep breath and tell us exactly what happened."

Entoan stops pacing, staring at the floor. He's breathing somewhat heavily, obviously distraught. Minx watches, concerned for her old friend. Cry puts a hand on Entoan's shoulder, "Just breathe."

Entoan nods, "I'm alright.. Just.. Freaking out a little bit.. I'll be okay."

He sighs, avoiding Cry's gaze as he scratches the back of his head, his hands shaking. Cry gives him a patient smile, "Take your time."

Entoan nods again, takes a few more unsteady breaths, then he meets their gazes again. He sighs and leans against the wall, crossing his arms, "I had just taken down the last of the small group that had gotten too close to the house, and I heard more of them so I looked around. Off the far corner, two of them came sprinting at me."

Cry frowns, trying to process what he's being told. Minx tries to hide her concern, staying quiet to let Entoan continue what he's trying to tell them. Entoan shakes his head, "I've never been so freaked by them.. I shot the second one as I prepared to stab the closr one, but he knocked me down, almost tore a hole in my jacket sleeve."

Cry's eyes widen, "Are you bit?"

Entoan shakes his head again, "No, I'm good. I killed it before it could actually bite me."

He groans lightly, "Though I think I got some of its blood in my hair."

"Speaking of hair," Minx smiles lightly, "Yours should have been cut a long time ago. Hasn't anyone ever told you having long hair in the apocalypse isn't safe?"

Entoan looks at her, raising an eyebrow, "Are you being serious right now?"

Cry chuckles, "I think she is."

"I told Dave," Minx grins, "And I'll tell you, too. Now's not the time to be making a fashion statement."

Entoan smirks, "Come at me with a pair of scissors, girl, and see what happens."

Minx crosses her arms, laughing softly, "Dave put up a fight, too, but I still got his hair cut."

Cry smiles, he knows Minx is mostly doing this to distract Entoan from his fears. He likes that she's still the same Minx he's known. He knows the apocalypse changes people, but he's hoping it won't change her too much. At least, he'll do everything he can to make sure it doesn't.

He leaves his friends to their banter about who's getting a haircut and who's going to get cut, and he goes into the living room. Seeing Signe's the only one in the room, sitting on the couch messing with her phone, he sits in the recliner across from her.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

She looks over at him, smiling softly, "Just looking through old photos."

"That'll just make you sad." he replies.

She shrugs, "I find they make me happy actually."

"Really?" he tilts his head, "How so?"

"I'm just being delusional, I guess," she sighs, "But looking at these pictures, and pretending the people in them are safe in their homes, it just gives me some hope."

Cry nods, looking thoughtful, "I get that. And it's good to have some hope."

She nods, looking back at her phone. Cry smiles and stands, "I'll just leave you to your hope then."

Signe laughs softly and waves as Cry heads back out into the hallway by the front door. He walks into the middle of Entoan and Minx's new conversation. Entoan sighs, "I guess you've got a point. Hanging around too long would get dangerous."

Cry looks between them, raising an eyebrow, "What's this now?"

Entoan turns to him, "Minx was telling me about how the infected are piling into the yard, more and more at a time. Before we know it, we could be surrounded and trapped in here."

Cry frowns, "Yeah, that's.. A predicament."

He looks at Minx, "Is this what you were trying to tell me earlier?"

She nods, "I've been noticing it's been happening more frequently these past few days. They're spilling out from the woods, trying to find more things to eat. From what I've calculated, we could be completely surrounded in four days at most."

Entoan looks worried, "That's not a lot of time, so we need to get out of here before then. But where would we go?"

"That is the million dollar question," Cry sighs, "Let's rally the others, we need to start packing."

Entoan nods and heads into the living room. Minx sighs, "I hate it when I'm right."

Cry smiles lightly, "Only when it matters. Let's help pack."

Minx nods, smiling a little in return. They head into the living room as Entoan and Signe are heading upstairs. Cry shrugs, "I guess it's a good thing you, Ohm, and I never really unpacked."

Minx chuckles lightly, "Yeah.. I hate it when I'm right."