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[CrimsonMoon]

She sputters and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, leaving a small smear of blood on her cheek," Listen Daiki, Guns are the LEAST of my problems at the moment, like i could give a damn if /I/ die!"

[Light]

"Lord," he snorts a bit and unzips the bag pulling out a magazine for the rifle, "I guess no one really cares anymore,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Nope," she chirps," Besides, we now have life after death. We don't need to worry anymore," She takes off her hat and runs a hand through her hair almost nervously before placig the hat back on her head.

[Light]

Daiki starts cleaning the gun with a rag watching her, "I don't want to live after I die," he scoffs a bit, "I just wanna go to hell after this is over."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Well than," She shoots him a mischievous look," Help me and i'll speed you om your way there," she finishes tying the bandages

[Light]

"I want a new gun out of this," he puts on a glove and holds his hand out of the syringe, "and I plan to live long enough to put a bullet in every d**n head of a zombie on this bloody island,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Chimaera grins and carefully places the Syringe in his hand," Tilt foreward the head and peice the base of the skull, please," She instructs

[Light]

He draws his hand back quickly and steps up on the edge of the truck, "Whatever,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Thank you," She answers, smiling after him. As she packs away the medical supplies she smiles at how easy this had been, much easier than some other 'enthusiastic walks' (xD)

[Light]

Daiki jumps off the side and lifts the hand gun shoot a zombie in both of the legs, immobilizing it, "For annoying the hell out of me?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" That and for helping me collect samples," She answers cheerfully, glancing at the remaining zombie with some pity but grinning any way

[Light]

The police officer kicks it onto its back and stabs it in the neck with the syringe quickly, "Don't expect me to do it again,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Of course not," She hums and dares to crouch, favoring her uninjured leg," But how can i repay YOU?"

[Light]

"I already told ya ta clean up after yourself. Not much else I need, there's not much worth having these days anyways," he pulls back with the small object in his hand and shoots the zombie in the back of the head.

[CrimsonMoon]

She tsks," There has to be something," Chimaera insists, grabbing a paper towel from the med kit and wipin up the blood as best as she could

[Light]

"Your searching for something that doesn't exist," he pulls himself back up into the back of the truck, "I have all I need."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I know you're lying," she says softly," Where do you get ammo? Food? Clean water? Medicine?" She folds her hands neatly in hwr lap

[Light]

"Old police stations across the island is where I get my weapons. Food and water- BSSA doesn't really check who takes what at certain times depending on who's watching the supplies. Medicine," he shrugs a bit, "Never really needed it."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Even for vaccinations against the virus?" She asks innocently

[Light]

"I don't do needles." He stubbornly says. "I don't let people near me for a reason- you never know what their gonna stick you with,"