Zara had been behind the group as they prowled the streets. She had always been the odd man out. She was skilled in her own way and had no fear of the undead that prowled the city, but because of her antisocial nature it seemed that she wasn't trusted to go up front. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose knot on the back of her head, messily tied back and out of her face. She wore her normal cargo pants and windbreaker. Over the top of her attire was a plethora of leather straps. One was to keep her leather quiver to her back, others to keep her combat knives within easy access.
She was used to feeling alone, it was better than getting close to any of these people and then to have them die. Although part of her did crave to have some sort of deeper connection, something better to do at night than draw dead corpses by kerosene lanterns. She had spoken to Rain some, even through her awkward nature he had been nice and pleasant and the exchange had not been a painful one. That Alicia girl was sweet too. Offered her pot once, Zara had turned her down. She would never take the chance of putting herself in that much danger. Her survival meant everything.
That is why she felt uneasy as the crew made their way into the grocery store. It wasn't that she feared the undead, but she feared that one of these teens she was walking around with would get her killed. It didn't matter that she was almost the same age as most of them, younger even, she had the mindset of someone much older. “She was internally an old lady” her father had once told her. She followed William and Jace despite the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She fingered her feathered arrows and took a deep breath.
“Aim for the head” she told herself.
Tori walked next to William on the their walk. He seemed like an okay cat. A little too serious for her liking, but he was a leader, it came with the job description. If didn't always look so grim he would probably be pretty cute. It was dangerous to think that way though. Despite it “being a while” it was not smart to try and hook up with the Chief of Defense.
All she could do was shake her head and laugh as Devan beat the zombie to death with her bat. The girl was a live-wire that was for sure, but in loveable sort of way. With her flirtatious nature, she would be fun for a night.
'Stop it Tori,' she thought to herself, 'now is not the time'
As they neared the grocery store, she made a mental note to ask Devan what kind of loot she found inside. She could do with a drink or two. She followed in behind William, she could feel the anticipation and anxiety grow within the group as they got ready to go inside. She drew her pistol in one hand, and kept the other on the machete on her hip.
“Be careful, stick together, be safe.” she advised, something she always said even though she knew her group knew better. She was ready no matter what happened. She had to stay strong, she had somehow managed to be sort of in charge of these people after all.