No problem!))
Caesar kept walking, gun in hand, rather skittish with all this silence around him. It roared in his ears, buzzing and prodding like a swarm of angry bees, and twisting and contorting into a hurricane. He couldn't take it. He hated the silence. He hated the still. If this world was going to kill him, why wouldn't it just go and do it already. It's not like he wanted to be here anymore.
In a quick motion of his hand, he brushed his tangled hair from his eyes. And, upon doing so, managed to catch glimpse of two other guys.
One two one two one two.
He walked toward them.
One two one two one twoonetwoonetwo.
That walk broke into a run. God, he hoped they were okay. God, he hoped they still had hope. God, God, God!
He skidded to a stop not too far from them.
What if they were infected? No, no. He dismissed that thought. They were too casual. Too calm.
Everything he wasn't.
One... two... one...
He walked slowly towards them again. "H-Hey," He tried to call, but his voice broke, and it turned into a shattered noise. "Hey, uh," He tried again, "G-Guys?"







