"I found oils that don't smell off and some lube that says its edible. I mean at least it's probably got sugar in it." Clint reached in his bag and lobbed one of the red sachets towards Varric after catching his eye for a moment.
"We'll need to check one of these other places for something better."
The lube was rather forgotten as Varric seemed to see something, set down his weapon, and go to get something. Clint watched his progress, though kept his peripheral vision on the reflections in the glass. His face broke into a broad smile.
"Bro, that's water. We should definitely take th--" The celebration was short lived as he saw movement in the reflection nof the window. Maybe Varric could hear it or would. But Clint, even when his ears worked, had always seen things first.
Had they left the door open? Or could these things turns knobs.
Perhaps the better response here was Clever Girl. But instead, Hawkeye just swore. "Oh shit."
Without turning around, he reached up and nocked an arrow, pressing the familiar controls he would know blind to start the quiver on its rapid and mechanical whir replacing the head with an old familiar friend, Electric. He nocked and drew the bow, aiming at the window and hoping he'd seen that patina correctly.
He shot the bow at the window creating a spirograph of quickly growing cracks held together by the safety glass covering as the arrow hit and richocheted off the window then into the eye socket of the approaching zombie. It sat there for a moment before the arrow head released its 21,000 volts directly into the amygdala of the zombie, giving a muffled zap as the creature's brain exploded in its death-weakened skull. The creature fell forward.