"Like I know?" He stood on his feet and looked toward the direction where he heard whatever that thing was. It was huge, deadly and whatever Gabriel did to him, it didn't do shit. He cracked his neck, turning back to look at Kaitlyn. She was staring at him, probably not sure whether to yell at him or comfort him, but the moment for comfort was over. He saw that look in her eyes.
He narrowed his eyes.
"I think I -" She cut him off and he raised his eyebrow in return, listening as she yelled at him for attempting taking down a large mutated zombie knowing full and well that the run of the mill zombie caused him such pain. "You think I'm going to sit by and let him come after you?" He rolled his eyes and turned, walking away from her, but that didn't stop Kaitlyn. "Oh, this is me. Walking back to the inn. I think I can make it," he bit out, but she was right beside him.
Of course he wasn't going to let anything knowingly happen to her. And Gabriel wasn't even sure if what he did even mattered, but he had to try. He'd always try. For Kaitlyn. But then he had to listen to her tell him how stupid he was for even trying. He remembered the first time a zombie touched her, he nearly went insane. He hated zombies, but for it to touch her? To get his disgusting dead flesh on Kaitlyn? The thought made him sick to his stomach.