Blade slowly began to approach the small whispering pile under the blankets. He was cautious and hand his hand on his sword ready to strike if it were a zombie. However, the whispers were almost human. Maybe even human. He quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it back only to gasp slightly. "W.... Huh? What's.... What are you doing here?" He didn't expect to see two children cowarding in fear. The youngest seemed to at least be 5 and the older one no older than 7. The oldest one grabbed a large stick and began to flail it around at an attempt to hurt Blade. "Get away! Blade paused and backed up a bit. "Hey hey. It's ok. I won't hurt you I promise." He smiled. "I'm a walker. We protect humans. Now calm down." Soon the child began to calm down but the youngest began to whine. "Where's daddy?" He said. His brother pouted and looked to Blade. " Can.. You help us find our dad?" Blade smiled and nodded as he picked up his bag of loot. "Of course. And you know it's a bit dangerous for you all to be staying out in this place. I'll even take you to the base so you can be safe. Alright? Now come on. My rides outside." The two quickly latched onto Blades legs in fear. He smiled and happily escorted them outside.
Once they were all seated in the cart, he looked to them. "So, about your dad. Can you tell me a little about him so I can have a good idea of where to find him?" The oldest one pouted. "I... The last time I saw him he was heading down town with his group of people. He said that they would be able to find some food and when they were done they would come back. They had a lot of guns though..." Blade's eyes widened. This couldn't be the children of one of the bandits, could it? He bit his lip hoping that wasn't possible but if it were, the truth was inevitable. "Ok... I'll take you there and... We can look." He said in a gloomy tone