When dead folks walk, do they know poetry? [for Carol]

[maps4dead]

Boyle knows better than to wander the halls like he knows the living here do. He tends to wait until well after dark, when most are sleeping or at the very least, in their own claimed spaces before he gives into the urge to once again attempt to make sense of this place. Of his place here. There are a few people he has met that, after the initial

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[eight_livesleft]

Carol spends enough time in the library these days (we're assuming this is before she and her daughter are reunited). She'll be bringing a book back to a shelf - she was re-reading 1984 and decided she was tired of it.

It turns out she's doing this just where Boyle is sitting, and she freezes when she sees him.

She doesn't feel her fingers going numb.

She doesn't even hear the gasp on her breath.

And there's a copy of Orwell at your feet, Boyle.

[maps4dead]

Boyle hadn't heard her approach, which was something he would scold himself for later. He startles slightly, looking up at Carol, his eyes flashing gold in the low light. He instantly raises his hands in a non threatening manner and takes a step back and away from the table and away from her.

"People are sleeping," he says quickly. "So please don't scream."

[eight_livesleft]

Since she's met you, Boyle, Carol has had exposure to a few more weird things, including a dragon.

A talking walker will never not unsettle her, but she's able to accept not everything is as it was at home (as evidenced by the fact that there are no more walking dead trying to eat her, case in point.)

She freezes, but doesn't scream.

And holds very still.

"... I won't," is all she manages to say. ".. please have a seat. I'm sorry I disturbed you."

[maps4dead]

Boyle glances at the book at his feet, the back to Carol. Slowly, he bends, still keeping his hands in view, and picks up the book, sets it on the table, and then sits down.

He's still watching Carol, as thoughshe were the dangerous one. To him, she is. "You didn't disturb me. I'm not doing anything terribly important."