Adrian glowered at the man from the shadows. Yeah, he hadnâ€™t tackled any zombies in this manâ€™s favor today, but heâ€™d certainly shot the thing to death. Pardon him for not giving a sizable amount of concern for the stranger heâ€™d met today. And to talk crap about him like he wasnâ€™t there, oh, it made his trigger finger itch.<br/><br/>â€œI heard you shooting and knew you'd be swarmed with Infected in minutes if I didn't give them a bigger distraction.â€ He was responding to Rainieâ€™s quasi-question.<br/><br/>Rainie nodded slowly, the corners of her mouth turning downward. Finally, she sat back, satisfied. She was finished bandaging him, the stark white gauze gleaming cleanly in the light. She went about replacing her supplies.<br/><br/>â€œYou weren't supposed to come running, too.â€ He finished.<br/><br/>At this, Rainie flushed, feeling foolish. Sheâ€™d been the one to come running. And sheâ€™d dragged Adrian into this mess. And probably seriously messed up this guyâ€™s day. In fact, if sheâ€™d just stayed away like a person with any sense, he wouldnâ€™t have even been attacked.<br/><br/>Rainieâ€™s head dropped in chagrin. â€œOops...â€ She muttered. â€œYeah, I imagine I royally screwed you over, huh?â€ She said it almost too low for anyone to hear. She looked back up at him. â€œAny chance I can make it up to you?â€ she asked earnestly.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she was being jerked to her feet by the sleeve of her windbreaker. Adrian had appeared beside her, scowling. A chunk of black hair covered half his face. She met his gray eyes and blinked. â€œWhatâ€™s wrong?â€<br/><br/>Adrian curled his upper lip. â€œDonâ€™t even. We donâ€™t need a repeat of last time.â€ He released her sleeve. â€œPack up. Weâ€™re leaving as soon as it clears up out there.â€<br/><br/>Nowadays, waiting for it to clear up outside didnâ€™t mean waiting for the sun to come out. Rainie, baffled by Adrianâ€™s demeanor, sputtered in protest. What was his<span style="font-style: italic">problem?</span>She wanted to ask him, but the look he gave her stilled her tongue. He stepped away then, putting distance between them. He retreated from her pool of light created by her dadâ€™s old torch, his form becoming unrecognizable to her once more.<br/><br/>Sheâ€™d never felt so not in control. She hated it.