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Pointing the gun at someone. It felt like a pleasure. Of strength that had disappeared for a while, but had now come up. Thalia smirked with pure pleasure. Now, she had the power to take a life. The equation of life over death. One life was at the mercy of her finger tips. One twitch, one little twitch of her index finger, and it would be over in a show of blood. Two men and a girl. The situation almost appeared to mirror what she had gone through a few hours ago, but she kept the gun trained on smaller male, with glasses. One of them was also without a shirt, baring his torso for all to see. And baring his vulnerable flesh in case an infected decided to come up and bite... and there would be no way to save him. But that didn’t matter too much. The girl was pretty, and Thalia thought wildly that Ren would have liked her. But as she was between two men, one with a naked upper body, Thalia felt unmistakable rage. She didn't even take a chance to glance at Solamon, as apprehensive as she was, or more so.

The small one, the one Thalia was aiming at had answered first. His name was Yashie, and the girl was Diana. They didn't know the name of the third. Yashie spoke with a voice that seemed to be forced calm and politeness. Avoiding a conflict. Thalia figured he wasn't raping the woman, then. Especially if he didn't know the shirt-less man. Her finger loosened very slightly on the trigger. But she could still squeeze it and gain an almost sure hit on the man, even if she missed his heart. Maybe pierce a lung.

God. That is sick! Don't think that. These are humans! Not zombies!

She shook her head angrily, still glaring at the man who had spoken, in particular. Her timid-ness had all but faded away. Yashie had shrugged, holding his monk's spade; however it wouldn't do much good whatsoever in this situation. Yashie had pulled out a match, and lit a flare with an old, crumpled bit of paper. Sterilizing the blade. What was he doing? Preparing to cauterize someone? Was there an injured party in the market?

"This man claims a man named Terry lived here with his family." Thalia said with a careful tone, teeth clenched. "If none of you know him... you probably killed him."

She spat on the ground at her feet, her face full of disdain as she shifted her gaze between the two males.

"I'm Thalia. He can speak for himself." She pointed her free hand at Solaman.

Tense. The air was full of it. Like a lion ready to break loose of its cage, for all hell to break loose. Thalia was outnumbered, but she had Solaman. And the guns, against these three. The stronger weapons won the day, if this ended up turning into a violent meeting, rather than a greeting of two survivor groups. A spot of blood was still on the shirt-less man's lower left ab, as if he had been wearing something soaked with the metallic red liquid.

"Filthy bandits." Thalia cursed, and looked at Solamon. "Do we shoot?"