Zombies. The walking dead. Living corpses. Rika had only heard of them in comic books and movies, foolishly watching with wide-eyed fascination, only to later spend nights on end cowering beneath her covers for safety. But of course, they'd never exist in reality...
Except that now, this was her reality. She had first thought it was a pleasant dream
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Rika's escape had drawn out several zombies, all shambling their way towards the cottage moaning for the scent of her flesh. But even if some of their cries reached the hut, they themselves did not. Rika could hear the faint sound of metal cutting flesh and someone... or something falling, as Shinji made short work of the walking dead before wandering up to the station and knocking on the front door.
"Anyone in there?"
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"G...go away!" She cried. "There's no more room here! It's full here!"
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"... Heh. Well ain't it a good thing I've cleaned out this area, then. 'F all these guys were to put their heads back on and start huntin' again, they might've brought the house down."
Was humor really the right response to the situation? Most likely not, but it was how he usually coasted by and he wasn't about to change his habits anytime soon.
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Maybe he might be someone helpful to have around after all.
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He would play along with her lie, at least for now. No reason to call her out or be overly confrontational, at this point in time.
[OOC: And then exams, Halloween festivities and Ljlogin woes killed my RP-drive. BACK NOW THOUGH and sorry for the delays.]
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At least he wasn't too intimidating-looking. Though she would've perferred a female guest, there wasn't anything she could do. She opened the door at little wider so he could step inside, glancing behind him.
"Hurry up...! They might follow you!"
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Maybe take in his surroundings- they were the only two around, and they made for a sad sight. The girl was a tiny, wide-eyed and frightened little thing- pretty in a petite kind of way, but you could tell with a glance she wasn't suited for something like this. He only hoped she wouldn't ask where he'd got his hands on a very genuine katana in the middle of a paradise island resort...
"You okay, miss...?"
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She gave him an uneasy smile. "Rika think she saw some towels, or bandages, if maybe you want to clean that..." She would only get infected if she was bitten, right? Blood dripping on her didn't count. But still, she would allow him to clean the weapon himself.
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Third person referals. That was... unusual, but he could bear it. It wasn't like he lacked bigger things to worry about out, but for now- cleaning. He decided to sacrifice a towel instead of useful bandages, spending some time washing it clean while throwing the occasional glance at his "fellow" survivor. Nervous little thing looked like she was about to keel over from stress if the zombies didn't get to her first. Perhaps it would be best if he tried calming her down...
"Where'd ya come from? Did ya see any other humans but yerself'n the way here?"
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"Rika...Rika used to live in a city. But..." One hand drifted up towards hr throat, towards the collar there; a harsh reminder of the predicament she had been rescued from, only to end up here. "...Rika lived somewhere else for a while, after that."
She mustn't cry. She couldn't cry! Even if she was frightened, and hungry, and tired, at least she was out of that white room. And at least she had a companion who didn't seem to want to hurt her.
"...Where are you from, mister?"
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"... Karakura. 'S not a big town'r anythin', suburb ta Tokyo. Always been a travelin' man though- but I've had way better vacations than THIS one."
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"Rika's full name is Makiba Rika. She's in her first year of high school. She likes sweets, and stuffed animals, and she doesn't like thinking about difficult things, and she doesn't like painful things... Rika's kind of stupid, too...e, ehe..." Her feeble little attempt at a laugh died away, a pitiful attempt at humor. "Rika doesn't really know what to do, in these kinds of situations..."
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"It ain't 'xactly somethin' they teach ya'n school, is it? The name's Shinji- Hirako Shinji. There ain't any monsters around now, so... sit down. Rest up a li'l. Ya look like ya could use it."
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"It's okay. Rika can't sleep," She forced herself to look away from the cots that were set up, instead taking a seat where he had motioned. This was no time to sleep! "U-um...thank you for getting rid of those things."
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There he went again, foregoing manners and social standing. He let out a short-lived chuckle at his own indiscretion, wondering if she even cared that he spoke so familiarly when the whole world had gone to hell...
"Jes' did what I had ta do... jes' like ya oughta do. Not gon' tell ya ta sleep if ya ain't tired, but ya seriously look like..."
A short pause, as he briefly pondered how to put this in a nice way... and then promptly forgot about it.
"Crap. Barely held together one, that could use some rest."
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But even as she waited for his answer, she was curling up onto a beaten, worn cot. "Y-you better not leave...Rika's trusting you, so..." But she allowed her words to trail off, tucking one folded arm beneath her head, as a pillow. "And wake her up at the first sign of trouble!"
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