Whatever thoughts he was having about the woman was briefly shifted from his mind as she so kindly incrementally gave him the life sustaining substance known as water. As the warm liquid met his parched tongue and throat, relief and perhaps even slight gratitude washed over his body. He was going to live, supposedly. That was his body's consensus at least.<br/><br/>She posed a kind of silly question, in his mind. Why else was anyone out here? Simply trying to find their way, that was his assumption. 'Like that' though, he recognized that it wasn't a common thing to find a man laying in the road for death. Thankfully he was interrupted before the proper time allotted to answer a question was surpassed. He had been more startled by her scream than the gruesome undead face that had slammed into the window. It had been a long time since he'd been in company, and much longer still since he'd heard a scream from a woman. It caught him off guard and as the woman went outside to deal with their visitor, he felt his throat tighten not from dryness.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure which was worse, that he'd indirectly been reminded of a time long since past or that the woman he found himself companion to's presence alone was enough to remind him of things he'd rather forget. He didn't want to remember anything. Nor did he know what it was like to be around other humans any more. If he<i>could</i><i>be</i>around other humans any more. So he blocked it out of his mind for now.<br/><br/>By the time she'd returned after dispatching the walking corpse, he hadn't decided if he wanted to stay or not. In truth, he was thinking about the water still. He really was at the edge of death, he felt its tendrils wrapping around him and he was certain he wouldn't survive two steps without this woman's assistance for the time being. Maybe some deep part of him did long for the company of others as his only response was a very intent stare into the woman's eyes followed by barely a short stern nod.<br/><br/>He didn't know why she was being so kind to him, a total stranger. A weak and useless one at that. He would only be a hindrance to her on her travels to this place, but she had essentially saved him. He<i>should</i>be grateful. And though he admitted only to himself that he was indifferent, manners still mattered and his cracked lips parted for a few raspy words, "….Thank you…."