[Steve's been trying to take stock of the area, make a mental layout. Find exists, if he can, and maybe a central location to hole up in with survivors. If he can find any. He's passed a lot of bodies, broken and ripped beyond repair, and he's done his own share of breaking when the... whatever the hell they were decided they'd found another plaything. He was happy to teach them otherwise, not that it was a lesson they learned for long before they stopped twitching.
He was continuing down smaller alleys, figuring it was less likely he'd come across a pack he couldn't handle than being out in the open. He'd cut through one and was going to round a corner when he heard a quiet voice. A hissed whisper, making him turn to find the source. A young blonde woman, looking half terrified -- and vulnerable.
He changed direction, moving over to the wall to flatten himself against it, looking her over to see if she was injured beyond whatever trauma she might have seen here.]
1 (and hello again >>)
He was continuing down smaller alleys, figuring it was less likely he'd come across a pack he couldn't handle than being out in the open. He'd cut through one and was going to round a corner when he heard a quiet voice. A hissed whisper, making him turn to find the source. A young blonde woman, looking half terrified -- and vulnerable.
He changed direction, moving over to the wall to flatten himself against it, looking her over to see if she was injured beyond whatever trauma she might have seen here.]
Are you okay?