Arms crossed over her chest, a visible frown could be seen on Aurora's face. She had been silently pacing after the stranger for the past five minutes, waiting for some sort of explanation. Realizing he wouldn't say a thing unless she asked she sighed. "So…"

The stranger glanced back, the earlier cig that was in his mouth replaced with a toothpick. "So what?" Attention forward, he peered around a corner.

Placing a firm grip onto his shoulder, with a surprising strength, Aurora turned him to her. Gazing into his eyes, she decided to ignore his earlier attitude. She asked, "What's the deal with your eyes…? Don't meet silver eyed gun-toting men everyday…" She frowned at her words. Then again, not everyday are you stuck in dawn of the bloody dead.

The stranger smirked, motioning for her to make a left with him. Messing around with the toothpick, trigger finger itching, he responded with, "You tell me why you're out wandering the streets in silk boxers that happen to give a very nice view of that ass of yours…then we'll talk."

Blushing, Aurora pulled the bottom of her shirt over the back of her boxers. "Hey, I was really about to go to sleep! I wasn't expecting to find my neighbors as frigging zombies so excuse me if I'm not dressed for the occasion!" Finishing up her defense, eyes everywhere but on the strange character, she scowled. "Now I've explained MY deal…what's up with you?"

Propelling the toothpick from his mouth, he faced her once more, forefinger near his eye. "Contacts…my real eye color is grey but I thought these would be interesting to try out. Didn't bother to take them out what with all the chaos cause I don't really think the zombies give a fuck just how my eyes look…" He finished, his words laced with sarcasm.

Rolling her eyes, she almost began to wonder if she was better off on her own. Then again, comrade here did have a gun, a Desert Eagle no less. But with that came an attitude of blatant superiority and no idea of what his true nature could be. Up to the strange character, still focused on stretching the back of her shirt, she innocently asked a question. "Let's say…rhetorically, it was me and you in some building. Zombies were about to overwhelm us and we had a good…two minutes or so before we'd be dead," She glanced to him through narrowed eyes. "What would you do?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "It's not like it matters cause I wouldn't be dumb enough to get myself into a situation like that to begin with-"

"Why I said 'rhetorically'-"

"I wasn't finished," he pointed out, cracking his neck. He let out a breath, giving a 'what the hell?' shrug. "If it was me and you in some building and there was a guarantee we would die, no escape in sight, I would drag you into some random room and…" He stopped, silver eyes looking up in thought, Desert Eagle stroking the tip of his chin. "I would fuck your brains out." He smirked, waiting for her response.

Aurora, who had just started to take a drag from a new Salem, coughed at hearing his last sentence. Coughing out smoke, teary eyed, she pressed her forehead to the wall in an attempt to catch her breath. Taking a deep breath, she was only able to mouth are you kidding, stranger arching a brow. "Did I stutter? If I knew, for a fact, I was about to die and you were the only female in sight, I would fuck your brains out. But humor me, after just hearing that answer, what would you do?"

Recovering, Aurora took a drag, tears streaming down her cheeks. She gave a dangerous smile. "I would blow your brains out…and I don't mean that in a sexual manner, I mean I would take your gun and shoot you in the head. I would do that to myself but that leaves me at the risk of you screwing my corpse," Letting out a stream of smoke, she lost her smile, striding past him disgusted. "God, out of all the people…"

She was honestly hoping he was joking but with a stone face in place as he led her who knows where, Aurora became on guard, realizing monsters might not be the only thing she'd have to worry about. Five more minutes into walking through alleyways and into the shadows, avoiding zombies at all costs, they exited out into the streets, another question coming to mind. "Where are we going?"

"5-7-9, I remember passing by it a half hour ago," he answered, starting to relax in the empty streets. Raising his gun and seeing the confusion in Aurora's face, he explained. "I don't know but there's something about watching you go around in boxers that screams 'zombie bait'. Figuring you could get yourself some jeans to change into…it is, after all, a clothing store…Aya."

Skipping a step, Aurora recovered, fiddling around with her silver hoop earrings. "That's not my name…a nickname sure, but it's not my name. Although…" She raised an expertly trimmed brow hopefully. "You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

For a moment, he looked thoughtful. Stopping in the center of the street, he shook his head. "Pass, I'll stick with Aya, you can just call me stranger or nothing at all…" He narrowed his eyes to three stray dogs poking their heads through garbage. A low growl actually left stranger's throat, he forming a wry face. "They're infected…you can tell by the bloody patches on their fur…someone…or some THING bit them."

Squinting, Aurora subconsciously began to scrimmage through her bag. "But I thought animals didn't get infected…" Going from prior knowledge, she already deduced infection was spread from bites or scratches but she had never heard of virtually everything getting the virus.

Taking a deep, frustrated breath, Stranger snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Listen, whatever horror movie you're going on, get it out of your head! This didn't just happen spontaneously; this is a biological outbreak courtesy of Umbrella, their business life itself. Some shit went down and this is the product, anything alive can become infected…from that cute little doggy in the window to the random crow in the air! Understand?"

Pulling out her whip, Aurora waved it around a bit. "Gotcha," Mumbling what looked to be sorry under her breath; she cracked the whip in the direction of the dogs, the poor beasties bounding away with a weak yelp. Catching the weird glance thrown her way, she shrugged as she put the leather toy away. "Didn't think you should waste bullets on 'em…"

He almost laughed. Shaking his head, he poked his head inside the store, motioning her inside soon after. Standing casually with his eyes to the streets, he rested his hand by the counter near the door. "Find something and get dressed quick. We don't have time…and if you take too long, I will ditch you."

From behind him, he heard Aurora laugh lightly. "No…no you won't."

Smirking, he turned to face her. "What makes you so confi…" He trailed off, a chink noise being heard, a cold circular piece of metal slapped around his wrist. Realizing they were handcuffs, he was too late to stop her from placing them around a visible metal foundation rod. He raised his gun to shoot her, Aurora maneuvering it from his hold.

Giving a bored sigh, Aurora shrugged off the silver daggers thrown her away. "Yes, I know…it was wrong, but I can't risk you ditching my ass. Promise I'll only be a minute, 'kay?"

Shaking from his rage, he soon broke into a laugh. "When you get me out these chains, I suggest you DON'T give me back my gun," He laughed psychotically, trying to yank off the metal. "Trust, I WILL kill you!"

"Yeah…" Waving off his threat, Aurora put the gun onto the cashier counter, taking her time to look over several pair of jeans. Finding a pair of fitted black denim jeans with a small flare to the bottom, she slid out of her boxers in exchange for the crisp pair of pants. Admiring herself in a mirror, she considering snagging a dark denim jacket. "But what kind should I-"

"Aya…"

"I'm thinking! Give me a second…" She started to stroke her chin, Stranger's voice cutting into her thoughts once more.

"Aya…it's important!"

"What!" snapped Aurora, pivoting her head in his direction. She paled, she becoming aware of just why the stranger had sounded so urgent. Slowly creeping towards his position was a bloodied shop clerk, face looking anything but helpful. "Fuck me…"

"No time for that," He attempted to yank himself away again, but to no avail. He motioned to in back of Aurora. "The gun, my gun!"

"Oh, right!"

Dashing back to the weapon, she started to toss it to the stranger, he groaning up to the sky. "Shoot…the ZOMBIE…with…the GUN!"

Aurora arched her brow in disbelief. "I've never shot a gun in my life!" The zombie now inches away from the Stranger, she took a deep breath, made a silent prayer, and winced as she pulled the trigger of the Desert Eagle. A satisfying splatter sound was heard. Opening her eyes, Aurora saw half the lady's head blown off, the Stranger splattered with bone and tissue.

Stepping up to the stranger to check on his status, Aurora made a face as the weapon got snatched out her hands. A second shot went off, Stranger shooting off the handcuffs that had bound him. Glaring to her with something indescribable, he broke off into a demented smile. "You shot at me with your eyes closed, didn't you? You…cuffed me to the fucking support rod, then shot at me with your god damn eyes CLOSED!

"Hey!" Angry at being shouted at, Aurora drilled a finger into his chest, teeth grinding. "I made the fucking shot."

"I don't give a fuck," Breaking off into what sounded a mixture of Spanish and Italian, he ripped off his shirt, scanning the men's clothing rack all the while. "See Lex, this is what happens when you decide to be nice. You find a completely worthless girl, can't fight, can't shoot, can't do anything but yell loudly and draw attention and ask stupid rhetorical question-"

Now over to his position, Aurora sucked her teeth, rolling her tongue across a small fang. "You…do realize you're speaking out loud, right Lex?"

He paused in taking a black shirt off the rack. Pulling it from its hanger, he pulled it over his chest, concealing the tattoos adorning his back quickly. He glared to her from startling cold silver. "That's not my name…and I know I was speaking out loud but really," he held up his still cuffed hand, Aurora sighing. "You expect me not to be a little pissed!"

Grabbing his cuffed wrist, Aurora pick-pocketed two toothpicks from his jeans, emerald eyes showing no sign of being hurt, her emotions veiled under nonchalance. "No, I expect you to get your shit together so we can get the hell out of here. Thinking we could ransack the weapon store before we head anywhere else. Oh, by the way," Dropping his bare wrist, she twirled the handcuff around a finger, brow arching. "I'm not as 'worthless' as you think…"

Letting her words linger in the air, she kicked aside the corpse of the dead woman, waiting for Lex to finish up…