The younger chuckled lightly, a small smile forming on her face. "Cannibals." She muttered, letting her gaze roam across the town of scattered bricks and fallen buildings and houses. Food isn't going to be easy to find, she thought, hands raising to draw her hood down, revealing more of her face and silver hair. She sniffed and walked over to Luke, waiting for one of them to move.
Decimus shut his eyes.
Ungrateful brat, He thought sourly, eyes opening once more and sternly fixed on the end of the road again, but this time it was a lot more closer.
What is up with him, anyway? First I find out from a random lady that he had a bunch of issues, and the next thing I knew, same lady pushed this burden into my hands. And now he doesn't accept anything I do. The older stopped at the end of the street, glancing at each side. He looked to the left - Well, absolutely deserted there - then turned his head to the right. His brows raised in amusement when three silhouettes was found there, a small distance away. He smiled lightly. Survivors?
He was silently glad for the...Uh, silence. During this, he thought up of a bunch of nice, stinging insults to throw at the dim wit. Well, dimwit, for one.
Imbecile, dumbass, octopus brain, idiot, goat. Goat? That's new. he smirked to himself, but that smirk dropped when they stopped at the end of the road. Unlike his brother, he looked right first, and froze. His mouth turned into a scowl, glaring at the figures nearby. Immediately, his eyes flew over to The goat, who had a huge, dumb grin on his face. "No, we aren't going there." He protested, knowing that stupid look on the blonde's face, but his supposed brother had already started taking a step towards the direction.
The three silhouettes are Scarlette, Luke and Eric.)
