“Not really strange. Just us makin’ fun of some weird phrase we don’t understand. Or, at least, I don’t understand.” His smile, likely hard to see in the dark, was self-deprecating. There were a lot of phrases he didn’t understand, but he generally chalked that up to not having so great of an education.
Silas ducked his head, nodding. “Three stories up.” He glanced over at the nearest building, which was only two stories, but it was still a grim reminder of how far he’d fallen. “I was just lucky I had some guys with me or I’d have been fucked. Had zombies all around. We had a truck with us, too, so that made it easier to get me back here.”
“Rory, I’m guessing. The crazy one with the scalpels.” He gave a laugh. “Yeah, she’s good people. I like her.” He laughed again when Rae described the badassery that a cane could provide. “Hey, why d’you think I got a cane and not crutches? Besides the supply bein’ low on crutches, canes are just more badass.”
While Silas listened as Rae described her previous experience with boats, he continued to keep a sharp eye around them. Nothing else moved save for a breeze blowing through the area. He could hear chatting voices in the distances; possibly another security pair on patrol. Mike, maybe. “Swimmers, huh?” He shook his head once. “Scary shit, being pulled right off your boat. Yeah, I live on one. Put a tent over it and call it a house.” He chuckled. “It’s comfortable. Small. I don’t need much space. And the swimmers only seem to fuck with me if the boat’s movin’ around too much. Boat stays still? Swimmers don’t fuck with me.”
“Lead the way.” He made s weeping gesture with his free hand. Silas knew where Rae’s apartment was, but of course he wasn’t going to admit to knowing that. Not right now, anyway. Maybe she didn’t suspect him as the murderer right this moment, but he was being careful with what he said.
Silas could feel Rae’s eyes on him in the dark, but he didn’t turn to meet her gaze. He still had to remain alert, both for potential killers and for unexpected potholes or unlevel patches of ground that would jar his leg. She didn’t seem bothered by his pace, though. “Since you guys set fire to Grand Central. May, I think? Haven’t really been able to see much of the place lately, though, for obvious reasons.”