After the fight, Jace was left drenched in blood. His red plaid shirt that had already been stained countless times by the blood of the zombies was covered in a new layer...but in all honesty he really didn't care. Jace used a knife in most of his killings as it was fast and quiet, so he was used to the massacre and splatter that resulted from it. His white shirt underneath was stained beyond help, but Jace was sure he had an extra in his bag. He wore white because frankly....he liked the contrast between white and red it created. His jeans were dirty as well, but he had avoided any massive stains.
Jace spent a moment whipping the blood from his face, just so the others in the group weren't bothered by it. He knew it was not normal, his love for the chaos that he could cause with hit shotgun or knife, so he tried to remain somewhat sane so that the group did not get so terrified of him. Not that he cared, but it was easier to survive with a large number on his side.
Dodger made a small whining noise as they passed a street with a layer of dead bodies piled high. You could see the hord of flies and the beginning of the decomposition stage from the maggots from where he stood. The smell was god awful, so it was no surprise the the German Shepard at Jace's side reacted to it. Jace ignored the stench, continuing to follow the group.
He never liked to stand in the center, letting the safer spot be for the younger kids and the weaker girls. Him and Dodger walked a little the right and back of the group, silently trudging along but keeping a lookout. Jace rarely talked to anyone when they were out and about like this, just kept quiet and watchful with his dog.
Devan had located a bar and a store for them to hide out in and Jace was happy to be able to finally relax in a somewhat safe location. He stopped and signaled for Dodger to sit and the dog did so without hesitation. Moon and Devan ran off by themselves across the street to get booze or something along those lines. Jace glanced towards William as he spoke, holding back an eye roll. The guy thought he was a real hot-shot, leading the group wherever they went. But, there 'leader' had managed to keep them alive so far, so he had to give them some credit.
He nodded back to William when he noticed his nod, patting his leg for Dodger to follow. He slipped the hunting knife from its case of his belt and slung the shot-gun around to his side for easy access. He walked up next to Will and nodded back, readying himself to slip forward into the store to do a quick walkthrough. Hopefully there would be at least one zombie inside, something he could use to calm his nerves for the night. It was always satisfying for him to kill something when they did a walkthrough, because no matter what he always expected to find something. If a zombie wasn't locating, he would expect to see one all night long and sleep was hard to come by.