Zachariah was possibly an even bigger douchebag than he was, Gabriel had decided. He would have been content to congratulate him on the accomplishment, but Gabe was kinda having a hard time feeling all too pleased by the situation when he had been thrown smack in the middle of it. Powerless. Alone. The alone part didn't sting too much, considering how much time Gabriel had actually spent alone (okay, okay - he had managed to get past the whole 'humans are inferior thing' [mostly] and had even gone out and talked up a few of the other god-like beings out there), but it was still a bitch to endure in a hopeless future. Even more so when he was feeling pretty hopeless himself. Zombie-like people were one thing; when a guy hit up six different convenient stores and couldn't find a single bar of chocolate, then it was inevitable. Things were terrible. The world was ending. They were all going to die, Gabriel included, and that was just facts. No more powers, no more chocolate. No more humans, no more humans to make the chocolate.
Sighing dramatically, Gabriel tugged at the collar of his jacket and kicked at a bent can that was littering the street he had been trudging along. Gabriel was beginning to consider starting up another round of yell at the sky/wave his arms in the air in hopes that old Zach would come running, when the sound of someone being crispy fried not too far along behind him made Gabriel spin around on the spot.
Old lady barbecue. The charred corpse collapsed mere inches from where he stood, causing Gabriel to raise a brow upward in interest. He didn't get scared or jump to the defense like a human would have. Gabriel merely lifted his gaze and stared across at the source of the attack, noticing a single head peering around the side of a building. "Gee, if you wanted to take me to dinner, you shoulda just asked," Gabriel commented. "For future reference: next time, take me to Red Lobster. I'm sure charred human is all the rage here in apocalypse-land, but I'm a very demanding guy. Freshly grilled seafood is the only way to go." Shooting out a smart remark rather than being a little bit intimidated (seriously, where had either women - crispy fried or crispy fryer - come from?) was probably a poor move on his part. He should have been cautious. Maybe even scared. But, hey, old habits died hard.