It was his lucky day that she hadn’t immediately shot. It may have been the heat, the unwillingness to get blood splattered or had thought shooting someone chewing on a granola bar would be one way to poison her karma. For whatever reason she had given pause. Still, she didn’t lower her weapon, not while she assessed him.
He wasn't a husk of a man, strung out on wash so that eliminated him being a Ghoul. That was one tick in his favor but he was large and that made him a threat automatically, a threat she wasn't willing to contend with. “Out.” She told him, not wanting to give in to flavorful banter when the stink of a corpse was wafting nearby. She wanted to get out of here, get back with her spoils and have a mid-afternoon soak before the bonfire was lit and the revelry began.
Damn this fool. Damn his luck because what happened next happened fast.
The skittering of dust and pebbles was heard for only a 1 and a 2 before Teagan turned and saw a pair of crawlers heading there way. Not wasteful with ammo, she hopped into the truck instead, knowing that she’d have a better chance inside the cab than she would going head to head with what was clamoring to get to her. The door was slammed behind her catching the fingers of the infected that had almost made her thigh a meal. “Go.” She said glancing at the keys in the ignition, gun pointed at the untrustworthy stranger as the pounding of dead things hit up against her vehicle. Up the sides they started to crowd, across the roof and scratching at the dust on the windshield, they were doing their damnedest to get inside and claw at all the fresh meat that existed inside each of them.