Duce was starting to ease into this, that guy wasn't infected obviously, if anything he was probably immune. He drew his machete fluidly, and holding it solidly, went into the bathroom, and gathered rolls of toilet paper, and hygienics supplies., not as much as he was expecting, he moved on warily, and found an empty room. He looked around.
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Orion sits heavily on the ground, and the cat sits a few feet away from him, purring at Oliver. "Truce? I found enough cans of food that we can all eat, I just don't want to be stabbed in the back when I go to sleep. Capisce? I have no intention of eating anybody, from what I have heard people don't taste very good." He cautiously rolls a few cans of food over to the other people, with the cat chasing after them. Along with the food he tosses a kitchen knife to each of them, before tucking into his own cold soup.
"Duce! Food in here!" Orion calls, voice carrying to the man.
"S'fine." Duce said, pulling out a pack of trail mix, a few slim-jims, and a water bottle. "I'm good! I did my own searching, y'know."
He watched as clusters of them gathered outside, oblivious to their presence for now. "I'll take first watch." Blankly.
"Alright, whatever you say." Orion collects the cans meant for Duce, but offers the knife to him handle first.
He takes the knife, and sheaths his machete.
(continue tomorrow?)
Hai, Cari-sama.
(???????? I dont understand)
(Yessir)
(Ah, ok)
The ragtag group sits and eats, along with the cat who has curled itself on top of Oliver's lap.
Oliver strokes the cat, allowing himself to relax as the poor thing rested on his lap. He didn't seem too interested in the conversation, taking in small spoonfuls at a time. After a few moments of silence, he looks up, his hand not leaving the kitten's back. "I don't suppose anyone here has an explanation for… all this, am I right?"