10k said not one word as she spoke, instead he observed her in that silent way of his. It almost seemed as if the corner of his mouth tugged, a hint of amusement beneath a raised eyebrow as she made quotations. He nodded in response to those words, she stuck to hers, he would stick to his.


Then he stared at her as if her head had turned into a pig, sprouted wings and begun to fly. "Zombies, where have you been an underground bunker? No one alive misses the apocalypse." He did not sound disrespectful but honestly confused, how could someone not know that the world had went to hell and was not coming back any time soon it seemed. The talk of zombies of course reminded him of Cassandra and he idly touched the marks around his neck where she had choked him. Those were faint, as was the gash on his forehead. The rest were hidden under the clothing and virtual arsenal of weapons he carried.