Isaac, Vic, Nathan and Kāne
Demi was in quarantine and Isaac’s life felt like it was falling apart and that his world could end any second at the news of losing a second woman he loved to a goddamn zombie bite. While it sucked that he couldn’t even talk to Demi through a door, he had been able to bring her some things to make quarantine seem a little less lonely.
Leaving from the quarantine building, Isaac noticed a large man walking a dozen feet or so in front of him and he looked… familiar. It was a recognition that made Isaac irrationally angry, though with how emotional he was about everything happening with Demi, his feelings were more extreme than they normally might’ve been.
It was stupid, and as if getting his ass kicked by a large burly man earlier in the summer hadn’t taught him a lesson already, but Isaac was kinda looking for a fight. So rather than letting go of whatever uneasy feeling was lingering in the pit of his stomach and just walking home, Isaac called out, “Hey!”
It took Vic a couple moments before he realized the guy behind him was talking to him. He'd just been dropping off some things for Marina while out in the city for work, and he needed to report back for his construction shift now that his lunch break was coming to an end. It was good, honest work, the kind that people weren't expecting out of him but he was happy to provide, and he turned to face whoever was behind him with a defensive expression, expecting to see someone who couldn't get over having to expel air near a Hellhound.
Of course, he recognized the man immediately: Isaac Callahan, Department of Justice Commissioner and Demi Rafferty's man. They had never seen eye to eye, but Vic knew what had happened to Demi. Unlike the guy coming towards him, he wasn't looking for a fight. "What do you want?"
“You’re the one who was fucking with my puzzles, aren’t you?” Once the words were out of his mouth, he realized how stupid it sounded. But he was mad at his life because Demi was stuck in quarantine and if he lost her he wasn’t sure he would recover this time. So if picking a stupid fight about something so fucking trivial was a way to get a win in his column, then that’s what he was going to do.
"Uh, yeah." There wasn't any point in lying about it, anyway. Vic knew Isaac had seen him getting frustrated with one of the puzzles on the second floor of The Bar, but if anyone was to blame it was Isaac for picking out such a shitty fucking puzzle. Still, when he spoke, his tone was measured and calm. "You got a problem with me you wanna talk about?"
“Don’t you think it’s disrespectful to go into another man’s home and mess with his stuff?” Isaac asked. It wasn’t as if he was a small man but Vic was bigger, causing him to have to look up to meet Vic’s gaze. Vic had to admit the man had a point. Still, some distant kind of sounds -- shots fired, maybe, or the backfiring of a car -- caught his attention and he turned, trying to figure out what he'd just heard. By the time he turned his focus back to Isaac, he looked even angrier.
"Hey, yeah, kind of," Vic said, holding his hands up in a placating sort of gesture. "But I think we have something going on over there that we should figure out." Maybe it was a sudden kind of conclusion jump but after what had happened to Marina and Demi he wasn't taking any god damned chances.
Isaac turned towards the disturbance as well, though by no means had forgotten his frustration with the tank-of-a-man next to him. Reaching back, Isaac put his hand on his gun, preparing for the worst as his nerves crept up on him. Yes, it was a fucking zombie apocalypse, but this was getting out of control.
“Do you think there are people who need our help?”
"Dunno what the fuck that was," Vic said, reaching for his own gun. It was weird to think he was about to try and go off on some kind of rescue mission next to the man who'd put him in jail, but he couldn't help the way things were and deep down, he knew both he and Isaac were on the same time, even with or without the puzzles. "But yeah, I'm not thinking it's anything good."