”That’s it.” A small smile pulled at the vampires lips, that’s the Rick he liked to see— he was strong, more so than anyone would give him credit for. ”It’s about four o’clock by my reckoning…if we’re going to make it back, we need to move now.” The vampire stepped forward, awkwardly squeezing the officers bicep in what he hoped to be a comforting gesture…after a moments pause he turned and began manoeuvring through the foliage and bracken that would lead them over to a main road. The undead would avoid them, or at least have less of an interest in Rick whilst Damien was around. ”There really was nothing to be done back there…you know this?”
♙ —The former Sheriff did not need reassuring, he wasn’t a child - somehow, he always got back onto his feet by himself. He was right, nonetheless, they needed to start moving if they wanted to get back to the prison in time. It wasn’t safe during the night, it’s when all the looters, bandits, walkers and ex-prison convicts lurked around. The world was full of them and he couldn’t seem to escape them. The touch caused him to jerk back slightly, but he steadied himself soon enough and moved forward. He didn’t need help, he could still walk, he hadn’t lost that part of himself yet. ❝ Let’s not talk about it, okay?❞ He wanted to avoid what had happened as much as he could, he didn’t want to dwell on it.