The thud of his back hitting the ground was painful, but not nearly as painful as it could have been. Evan pushed back on the leaper's throat, keeping its face away from him because Immune or not, being bit still hurt like a son of a bitch. The infected bastard got a scratch in to his cheek before he heard the loud bang of a rifle going off, followed by a loud pop. Fortunately he closed his eyes so that none of the gore could get in them, but that didn't change that his face was covered almost completely now and the creature's near-decapitated body was laying limp on Evan's own.
Shoving it with all his might, he quickly got back to his feet and darted toward the barricade. Taking Lukas' wrist when he offered it down, Evan climbed up the barricade and when he was sturdily on the top, he grabbed a rag from his belt to wipe his face down. "Thanks," he muttered when he was finished, using his wrist to wipe some lingering gore from his neck.
He hated admitting when someone had saved his ass, since he'd worked this whole time on being self-sufficient, but that also meant staying out of big crowds of infected, so it wasn't every day that he was playing bait to a group of more than fifteen infected of varying species. He didn't feel that this warranted explanation, however, because he was still good at what he did, and he'd be damned if anyone made him feel otherwise.
He laughed halfheartedly at Lukas' assessment of the situation and shook his head in dismay. "Tell me about it," he grumbled. "Worst part is, the infected aren't the only ones," he added, looking up at the two army guards posted at the door. Evan hadn't made friends with these folks by any means. They, like everyone else, saw him as too bitchy and probably would've considered him an expendable resource, were he not so good at what he did.
"C'mon, let's go," he said, putting all his weaponry back in its proper place as he led the way up the short walk to the safehouse.
As per usual, the guards went about their asshole business. Of all the safehouses in New York, Grand Central housed the most assholes… at least in Evan's opinion. He snorted derisively when they asked if Lukas was a "new friend," then rolled his eyes when Lukas added that they hadn't gotten to that point. "He's fine. Didn't get bitten or anything," he explained, though he couldn't speak for before he'd shown up, he could only hope that Lukas would have told him beforehand if he had been bitten.
As per usual, they went about their asshole spiel and Evan shook his head. It probably didn't help that Lukas had shown up with him. Had it been any other Immune, maybe they'd have been nicer to him. Turning his head and flashing a look that dripped of "now you understand?", Evan darted his head back to the men when they started attacking Lukas' brother. His eyes were narrowed to mere slits and he looked up at them.
"How'd you feel if anyone talked about Rebecca that way, Alan?" he asked the biggest of the two men. "I know that if someone so much as breathed that shit about Danny or Georgie, they'd be staring down the barrel of my shotgun, so why don't you get your head out of your ass and apologize?" he snapped.