“Touche.” It was a good point, really. Most everything that went unmaintained was unstable. “I jumped off before it hit the ground.” Probably the only reason she'd walked away from that, although her sore backside made protests about it being a clean get-away. She wasn't about to update him on the state of her ass, though. That would've been embarrassing.
“Your rescue techniques could use some work. Unless you just wanted to get me to stop screaming, in which case I'd understand. Screaming attracts them.” She knew that. Any loud noise attracted zombies. “At the time, I didn't have much control over the screaming. Almost dying does that to a person.”
Angel ducked her head, chagrined. Her parents hadn't raised her to be rude to people, even in the worst of times. “And if I am immune, it still shouldn't matter if I stay out here. The only danger I'd face would be turning into a zombie's dinner. I might've lost my shit just now, but I know how to take care of myself.”
If he expected her to believe that, he was mistaken. Strangers didn't put themselves at risk like that for another stranger; at least not in her experience. Nor did she believe it when he said she wouldn't be alone. True, if her cousin was there, she hopefully wouldn't be alone. But if Michele was gone... she'd be on her own.
“Is everyone at Sing Sing like you? Willing to put yourself at risk for someone you don't know?” Angel asked, genuinely curious. It was hardly the time or the place for a deep and lengthy conversation, but she wanted to know if the rebel colony was really worth it. “I'll go... Only because I don't want to be responsible if you get hurt... For some reason, I trust your face.” An odd thing to say, she knew, but the man had one of those faces that you couldn't help but trust.