Sage frowned and groaned as she realized he had run into a rotter. Where there was one, there was many. As he finally got off of her, she managed to sit up and check that it wasnt any of her bones that had snapped. Everything seemed in good condition, so she got up and shook her head to clear it. It had taken quite the hit on the cement and she rubbed it gently before putting her hand down to help him up.<br/><br/>"Im fine. Now hurry up and shut up. Where there is one, others are close by." She stated quietly as her eyes scanned the surrounding fog. Helping Jackson up, she kept her grip on his hand as she started pulling him with her as she walked. Quickly and quietly as she heard one whispering moan farther behind them. No doubt it was his zombie reviving and calling all his pals to feast on them. The good thing about the country side, is that they wouldnt have to worry about the flesh-eaters out there. For some reason, they didnt like going out there and no one knew why but that was the safest place to be.<br/><br/>For the moment that Sage got lost in her thoughts, a rotter tottered out of the thick fog and reached out to grab her. Snagging its fingers onto her pink hair, it jerked and suddenly ripped her from her thoughts as her hand let go of Jakcson's. Instantly she went for her two colts and pulled one out shooting the rotters hand right off of its body. She couldnt help but freak as its hand clung tightly to her hair and she squeaked out of the creepy feeling it gave her. For once, acting like a normal girl would about spiders or roaches. As she started trying to get it out, she heard more moans and groans besides the fleash-eater she hadnt killed. It looked like it really wanted its hand back too.