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Panic.

Having now made his way to street level, Aegis found himself confronted by one of whom he now confirmed to be a survivor. Normally, the sight of another person attempting to greet him would have been welcome, possibly with a handshake or if the situation required a hug. Things were different now; his first instinct was to prepare himself for a fight and he did. Becoming very tense very quickly, he positioned himself to attack. Normally he would have raised his fists, perhaps tried to take cover, but since the infection broke out he found his fighting becoming more and more unorthodox. Instead now he hunched his back over, letting his arms hang limply and prepared himself to jump (he had decided that he’d use a nearby parking meter to jump off of and eventually break the person’s neck) if he was required to do so.

He was truly hoping that he wouldn’t have to; oh how he longed for companionship, for the sound of someone’s voice other than his own or those in his own head. Anything, anything that would have given him the feeling that he wasn’t alone. A sinking feeling however overtook him as he saw whomever it was checking their ammunition. Had the man not walked back in the store Aegis would have very likely killed him before whoever he had a chance to fire his second shot. Calming down slightly Aegis began approaching slowly; still somewhat rigid he walked towards the store and hoped that they were friendly.

“My name is Taylor Yorke. Who the hell are you?”

It was rude, it was sudden, and it was the first voice he had heard in longer than he could remember. Looking at the outstretched hand to signify a greeting. At first Aegis didn’t know how to react, how could he be so calm? Didn’t he know what was going on around him? Suddenly becoming very aware of everything around him, Aegis breathed in heavily and smelt cigarettes. If this was a dream he hoped that he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. Looking around himself, he saw the carcass of the infected that had been frozen, cars that people had once used and finally back to the one who was now approaching him.

He seemed approximately Aegis’ age, and there seemed to be some sort of confidence about him. Probably the opposite of himself. In all of this, Taylor seemed to be calm; as if he knew somehow that things would be all right and even if not he, he at least could feign confidence enough to make those around feel somewhat calm. At least it was beginning to work on Aegis who now finally became aware of his own appearance.

His face was still injured; just above his left cheek there was a mark that suddenly stung as he remembered one of his last encounters with the infected. His shirt, once clean and white was now gray and was splotched with dry blood. Around his eyes were red and had dark bags; it had been quite a while since he had actually slept. His dark hair was dirty, dry blood from old head wounds (nothing serious) caused hair to stick together in clumps. Above all else though he was hungry. Running on what little scraps and non perishable items he could find wasn’t exactly getting him anywhere, and the constant physical exertion which he went through since the infection broke out had finally caught up with him.

He took two steps towards Taylor before beginning to cough heavily and the feeling of being very cold overwhelmed him finally. Shuddering as he realized just how sick he was, Aegis collapsed before he could say anything, the left side of his face hitting the road hard as it began to bleed just as it had not too long ago. At least if he died he wouldn’t be alone.