Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
Bennett had decided to take a walk. A safe walk within Station, since he didn't exactly feel like getting eaten by the infected, that day, and had wandered down the various hallways and corridors, looking for things of interest. Things that could be of use to him. Like new books to read. He figured he could always trek to the library, but he didn't mind wandering the station, looking for things.
That was when he heard the sounds coming from the Campbell Apartment. They weren't exactly sounds you'd hear every day. Wood breaking. Like something was being torn up? That was all they needed. Either one of the sobbing mothers had finally lost her shit and was trying to kill herself, or break her way out, or let her zombie child in, or the infected had found a way in altogether. That was a frightening thought.
Hesitating a moment, he tucked his small stuck of books under one arm, and drew his Desert Eagle with the other, slowly creeping his way closer to the entrance of the bar. Reaching out to quietly set the stack of books on a table, he leaned over enough to see if he could see what the person--infected or not-- was doing over near one of the ovens.
Both hands now on the weapon, he made his way closer, his gun aimed directly at Addie, yeah. What did she expect for making so much noise and being destructive? She had to know she looked like she'd lost it. At least from this angle. Though-- the angle wasn't all that bad, and he'd be lying if he'd said he hadn't checked out her backside, but that was beside the point.
"Hey," He stopped close, but far enough away to give way to caution. Just in case. "What are you doing?"