𝐇𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

“Huh, I never really would’ve give it a thought about how it would be pretty bad to see how one died. I mean besides watching the few people I knew turn into those things out there…” He glares at one, they costed him his daughter and his friends.

he's happy to help, a firm nod following as he reassures the woman. "got plenty back at home, i'll be fine." his eyes follow her eye line. "you all good 𖤠"

"don't thank me yet," he's taking a look in his truck where he finds his walkie talkie for the ranch. he pops open the back and drops two batteries into his hands. "take 'em both," cal is holding them out for her. "should have plenty +

uh, let me take a look in th' car.

don't smoke, sweetheart. sorry.

“Living the dream with this apocalypse.” He says teasingly, “Just something about watching those mindless zombies shuffle around that amuses me.”

“Heh, maybe JUST maybe you’re right about that.” He looks at her with a grin.

cracking open a beer.

“yes please—!!” grabs a handful and munches

﹠̲ i’ll raise hell for you.

giggles ! “oh hush, i gotchu silly-“

plops herself down next to her