Who: Deacon Frost and Alecto Carrow When: Sometimes in the weee hours of the morning Where: HUGE mansion Deacon took over in the lower city. Why: Because he took the lick home
Why'd he fucking done that? It was enough to bring someone home after he'd gotten what he wanted, but the girl smelled like blood. Carrying her through the zombie infested streets got them all sorts of attention but he was fairly sure he'd managed to shake them. Now, though, the sun was creeping above the horizon and Deacon had himself cloistered off in the master bath, laying in a tub he'd padded so heavily that it was nearly more comfortable than the actual beds in the place. Of course, the manse had been looted a few time but it seemed no one managed to get very far. Some didn't even manage to get out with the shit they were stealing...
Alecto he'd just dumped on a couch, leaving her a glass of water and some aspirin. There, he'd done his good deed for the day. She could sort the rest of her shit out when she woke up. Him? He was out until sundown, at least in theory.