It was getting harder and harder to find supplies these days. Sometimes, you had to go deep into wastelands, places not even the bravest Immune would travel and it was… well, Evan didn't scare easy, but he was definitely on edge. He'd gone the rooftop route to get to the convenience store he'd been in when he'd heard Lukas' gunshot. It had been a difficult battle, finding his way back into the storeroom, but he'd done it. The higher concentration of infected that were there now hadn't been there before, and he wondered if it was because he'd been there before and they'd followed the scent of what they thought was dinner. It didn't matter. He fought through it and the scratch to his face and the near-bite to his shoulder hadn't deterred him.
He gathered the last of the already-sparse food and water from the storeroom and then rushed out the back door, using the same route he'd brought Lukas back on, shouldering the supply duffel and pausing for a brief second before he crossed the treacherous street. He took his kukri from his magnetic holster and looked around for a path of least resistance, hurrying across the street and ignoring the groaning and varying footsteps that he heard behind him. He could make it. He could.
And he did. It was close for a moment there, a climber found the barricade and Evan had to stop it before it tried to climb up, but he did, and he hurried up the path to the front door. His usual argument with the front door guards was actually somewhat short that day, and for that, he was grateful. They told him that his friend was with Danny, and Evan arched an eyebrow.
Dropping the supplies off with the safehouse leader, Evan turned and headed for their little patch of floor in the back right corner of the room, only to be met with Georgette's angry glare. "Off doing your stupid heroics again, Evan?" she muttered in greeting.
Evan sighed and shrugged, taking a seat on his cot and looking from her to Danny. "It's my job, George. How long has he been out?" he asked, looking at Lukas who was pretty well crashed.
"Few hours," Georgie mumbled, turning her attention to the book she was reading now. "Danny brought him over here."
With a nod, Evan smoothed a hand through his hair and took a seat on his cot and laying down. He could never really sleep, no, but that didn't mean that he couldn't give his tired legs a rest. "Thanks, Dan." Truthfully, he'd have stayed and helped himself, would it not have earned him the complete ire of the higher ups.