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Dallas's hand holding the knife relaxed slightly as she saw the true fear in his eyes. She noted the black scrubs as well; he was obviously in the medical field, which could be useful. He looked even more beat down and exhausted than she did. She felt pity, and with a shaky hand, she withdrew her weapon, keeping her eyes on him as she slowly stood. She pulled him up to his feet as well, keeping an arm-length distance between them as they both got to their feet. Dallas didn't put her knife away though, and eyed him up and down for a second to decipher what she wanted to do from here. She sighed, running her fingers through her wind blown hair, letting her guard down against him.

"Alright. You're in pretty bad shape, I'll help you find a safe place for tonight. Come on--" She started, and then her face became grim. A corpse was approaching from behind Rex and she had to act fast if she was going to save him. She leaped forward, flying past Rex and preforming a roll, landing next to the zombie on one knee. Without a second to waste she swiped her leg into the zombie's as hard as she could, toppling him onto the tile floor. She raised her knife and plunged it into it's eye before it could attack either one of them, silencing it. She breathed in and out deeply a few times and then wrenched her weapon from the corpse's skull, wiping blood splatters off her face with her sleeve. She turned back to Rex and grabbed him by his upper arm, staring him in the eye.

"No time for introductions, we need to get to a safe place. This is too open to be standing around in."

And with that she lead him away from the putrid rotting body, traveling through the shadowy parts of the mall, avoiding any stray zombie in their path. She eventually spotted what she needed, and tugged Rex in the direction of an outdoor store. Perfect. Hopefully something was left that could be of use. They stalked quietly inside, scanning the store for any deadbeats. Clear. Dallas let go of Rex's arm and put her finger to her lips, shushing him.

"Just be quiet...I need a few things in here and then we can move on, alright? You have a weapon?" She asked, hoping he had one, and knew how to use it as well. She didn't want to have to be responsible for a man that couldn't protect himself in a pinch. but she knew she couldn't leave him behind in the shape he was in.