[ Okay. Bill responds well to threats, to quiet fierce anger that matches his own. He can respect that. But still, his heart is pounding trying to decide what the best next move is.
If he isn't going to take the risk of fighting her, what else has he got to keep him safe.
A town, though. If she isn't lying to save her hide, that could mean a QZ, and fuck that, or it could be a goldmine of resources. Looters don't know the good shit to take, what can be repurposed from a stripped house to build weapons and traps.
He could still do it, kill her and take her shit and then head there, get a fighting chance against any raiders or infected in the area. But age and time with Frank's made him soft, and the bullet wound in his hip still troubles him sometimes, a puckered scar not all that old.
He steps back, lowering the weapon some, around stomach height. Putting space between them, ignoring the twigs and rocks digging into his feet, ignoring his nudity, gaze unwavering on hers like he's staring down a snake. ]
Okay.
[ Not great at sounding reassuring, but trying. ]
How many infected in the town?
[ Because there's no way it's none. He'd still rather risk them than her — he can be quiet and canny, but fighting without a gun's not his wheelhouse. ]
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If he isn't going to take the risk of fighting her, what else has he got to keep him safe.
A town, though. If she isn't lying to save her hide, that could mean a QZ, and fuck that, or it could be a goldmine of resources. Looters don't know the good shit to take, what can be repurposed from a stripped house to build weapons and traps.
He could still do it, kill her and take her shit and then head there, get a fighting chance against any raiders or infected in the area. But age and time with Frank's made him soft, and the bullet wound in his hip still troubles him sometimes, a puckered scar not all that old.
He steps back, lowering the weapon some, around stomach height. Putting space between them, ignoring the twigs and rocks digging into his feet, ignoring his nudity, gaze unwavering on hers like he's staring down a snake. ]
Okay.
[ Not great at sounding reassuring, but trying. ]
How many infected in the town?
[ Because there's no way it's none. He'd still rather risk them than her — he can be quiet and canny, but fighting without a gun's not his wheelhouse. ]