She had to be the one to bring down the supplies. It couldn't have been Francis, as it was his shift to help out Louis with his leg injury. Of course they couldn't have just thrown down the supplies as their group had been doing for the past couple of hours. No, Louis had insisted on her delivering 'the goods' down to their opposite survivors to make sure that they had proper materials.
"After all, they've been through hell and back, just like we have," as he had said. She had wanted to be bitter and say that she highly doubted that the other survivors standing 15 feet below them had lost a comrade like Francis, Louis and herself had, but who was she to argue with an incapacitated man?
She grabbed as much as she could: first aid kits, ammunition, and small packs of dehydrated food from the boat, all which would be helpful. She stood in front of the door that led to the second floor of the bar and with a deep breath kicked as hard as she could against it. She winced as her ankle twisted on impact, but walked it off as the door opened enough for her to walk through. She could hear Francis calling down to his girlfriend that she was coming with the supplies they'd need before they left for God only knew where.
The bar was pretty quiet. The new group must have cleared out all the Infected. She made her way through the threshold to the outside and immediately made her way over to the lowered bridge, where Ellis, Rochelle, Coach and Nick were waiting for her supplies. She dropped down the significant weight off her back and helped load the small blessings into their stock car.
There were a few words passed between them. Rochelle warmly thanked her for the supplies. Coach wished her and her team all the best and said something about God watching down on them, which she brushed off. Ellis was trying to make a comprehensible sentence, but that wasn't working out too well. She wasn't paying any attention to what Nick was doing; he was probably being a brooding asshole somewhere.
Once the goods were loaded, they said their goodbyes to her and climbed inside their car. She waved to them as she began walking backwards, trying to keep them in her line of sight as long as possible. When she turned around, she noticed that Nick was only a few paces away from her. She focused straight ahead of her, not bothering to look at him.
5 paces away…4 paces away…3…2…1…
She wasn't sure what made her look back when their paths crossed. She slowed down her stride and looked at him with a slight turn of her head. She wasn't sure what compelled her to call out a simple "See ya'" to him. She didn't know what to think when she barely heard him say "Bye" back to her.
The small excuse of a moment they had was gone and it left both of them heading in opposite directions. She would take it as somewhat of an apology or a mutual understanding at least; it was a way of saying that he knew she had her reasons for acting the way she had been as he had his reasons for doing the same.
Everyone goes through their own hell: how they deal with it is completely up to them and it was something that Zoey and Nick certainly understood.
