Re: TWD: Jo/Shane/Clem
It wasn't that loud, up in a carpeted room, upstairs in a house locked off. If Clem was right, if that was the last of the shit in the house, they were okay. Shane could hear the front door banging from up here, but he wasn't too concerned about it. Them having to flee out a back door was worth it for the fucking med shit they found alone.
"The fuck you think makes them leave?" The man's voice was an incredulous growl as he jerked a thumb to the pile of bones and rotten sinew on the floor. He didn't give a fuck about introductions. He dropped the stupid weight, and looked at Clem. He squinted at her briefly, considering. "Grab whatever you find. We'll sort through it later. I'm going down there, try to hold 'em off. When you're done, get your ass down there."
He didn't have to tell her to hurry the fuck up. Shane left the room and went downstairs to add the kitchen table to the blockade against the shuddering front door.