Infected Hearts - closed

Damien gasped, dropping the pistol on the floor.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! Did I hit you? Are you alright?" He spoke quickly, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

"No, I'm okay… At least physically," Sebastian said, "You sure did scare me, though. It's fine."
He turned around and locked the door.
"Sorry for busting in like that. I assumed the house was empty. No zombies at least, I take it."

He nodded, gesturing to the empty house. "None that I know of."
As he looked around at his home, he suddenly realized how messy it was. Damien's cheeks turned a little red at the realization.
"Um…sorry about the mess. I wasn't really expecting company."

"It's the apocalypse, hon. No one's concerned about how your house looks," Sebastian replied.
By now, he was all smiles. He had a safe place to rest, and that was enough for him. He set down his bag near the door.

"My name is Damien, by the way." He said after a few seconds, holding his hand out for the other one to shake.

"Sebastian," he replied, giving Damien a firm handshake, "Thanks for um… letting me come in here and not shooting me in the head."

"You should thank my terrible aim. Otherwise, I probably would have shot you." Damien joked, not entirely sure if Sebastian would get that he wasn't being serious.
"Anyway, I'm a little low on food. You wouldn't happen to have any on you, would you?"

Sebastian pondered this a little bit.
Well damn. I almost got shot in the face. I almost died.
He took about ten seconds to process Damien's question and respond to it.
"Not much, but I do have food. Hang on a minute."
Sebastian went to his bag and brought out a package of beef jerky. "This is all I have left, but you can have some."

Damien shook his head. "Nah, you keep it. I was just…really hoping that I wouldn't have to leave to go get more food." He sighed dramatically, plopping down on his couch.

"I can always accompany you wherever you need to go and make sure you get back here safely," Sebastian offered, "It never hurts to have a big, strong man by your side, does it?"

Damien's face went red again. "Uh….yeah. I guess so…"
He was silent for a few seconds before grabbing his pistol off the ground. "Well, we might as well go now before it gets too dark."

"Yeah, okay," Sebastian agreed, "Let's do this."
He went back to pick up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

He took a deep breath before opening the front door. Damien was surprised by how cold it was.
"Alright. Now I just have to remember where the closest store is…"

Sebastian shrugged.
"There weren't any the way I came from. I can tell you that much," he whispered.
He pulled on his hood.

Damien pointed left towards the town center. "Let's go that way. There's bound to be some sort of food story closer into town."
He began walking down the sidewalk, looking around nervously for any signs of movement.

Sebastian kept a few paces behind Damien. He may not have been the brightest, but he was pretty strong and protective. Hopefully that would be enough here. He made sure to keep a close eye on his surroundings.
"Oh yeah, actually, I know the safest way out," he said, "Allow me."

He nodded, letting Sebastian step ahead of him.
"Lead the way."

Sebastian took the same route out of the neighborhood that he had taken in, and they were out on the main street.
"Well, now we just need to find a store."

Damien pointed down the street at a gas station. "Well that gas station probably has food, but I doubt it's anything healthy."
He started towards the gas station anyway, looking back to make sure Sebastian was following.

"Healthy doesn't matter. We just need to live, my guy," Sebastian said, following Damien.
He still kept a close eye on their surroundings, making sure no zombies had caught sight of them.

"Well I'd rather be fit enough to run from zombies if I need to." Damien said as they arrived at the front of the gas station.

"Ideally… but it's better to have junk food than no food," Sebastian replied.
He went to open the convenience store's door. The little bell above the door rang out eerily.

Damien was surprised that the gas station wasn't completely empty by now. He scrunched up his nose at the smell of the rotten bananas by the cash register. "It doesn't look like there's anyone here."