There’s no way that bluffing is going to help her now, so when he asks she’s honest and direct. “I am. I was on my way to help a friend.” Her mouth twitches into a frown. There’s no way that she can get to him now and the emotions need to be held in check. If Pinky dies then that’s one more brother she can’t help and she hadn’t been helpless with this one. She’s almost gotten there. Life played so dirty.
“There’s a group of lurkers outside. Pretty large. I didn’t get a good look.” She’s close now, the appropriate distance to have a conversation. His flashlight is lighting up their faces like Halloween and in the white light of the LED flashlight his features are almost blue. The shadows smudge up his face and twist his features into something more sinister than they ought to.
There’s also an inkling that this Brit might be the very person that’s been jonesing for tea but she doesn’t say as much yet. There can’t be too many survivors at the Capitol who are from England. The pool to choose from is pretty small and Teagan isn’t exactly stupid. Finally she puts the gun down. She might need his help if she’s going to get out of here alive and there might even be a chance she can still get to Pinky.
Downstairs there’s a noise. Then another blast of gunfire before a scream is muffled by something or somethingS overtaking the sound. Gurgling is next, the dull sound of something being peeled like a banana and Teagan closes her eyes, knowing that whichever one of the assholes who had gone out had just lead the zombies back inside. “Fuck.” She murmurs to everyone, to no one, to the man that is stuttering in front of her.
“Do you have a gun in your lunchbox?” she asks, looking down at his toolbox.