Yes, this is the second chappy!!!
Terry thought about going twords the three, but was saved from having to go alone when Michel came over. As they neared the small group, Micheal put a hand on Terry's shoulder. "Hey, you O.K.? You look a little pale."
Terry mearly grinned sheepishly at him. "Yeah," he said,"I'm fine.Just....a little shaken up." He indicated the dead body of the bloated woman who had attaked Ana just a few minutes ago.
Micheal looked over at the body and chuckled. "Yeah,"he said. "That'll happen." The arrived at the group, and Terry suddenly got a good look at the three. The boy was wincing every few seconds, and his eye reflected the same fear that Terry had had a few minutes ago, and the same fear he'd when...
He blocked the thought out from his mind. He shook all over, and wished that he also hadn't looked at the gruff, older man. He had dark eyes, and his gray hairs where everywhere on his head, lightening the look of his dark,black hair. He had tough skin, too, and had a killer's look in his eyes.
The man withgreen eyes didn't seem hurt, but he was a little shaken. Clutched in his hands was a thick, black book. It didn't look like a bible, however. His brown hair was flawless. There wasn't a single gray in sight.
"Hey, we thought you guys could use some water." Micheal said. The gruff man eyed them up and down. He didn't look like he thought they were astrustworthy as they seemed. The boy, however, took the bottle of water gratefully. He took a few gulps, the wiped his mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head onto the chair the gruff man was sitting in.
"You'll have ta forgive meh if ya can." The gruff man suddenly spoke up. "I don't trust people easily. Not after what happened. Just like ya'll, we lost everyone. Only we watched it happen. And they were kids, between 6 and 18. Even a few adults, too."
Terry found himself saying,"Sa'll right. We're all a little...weary of each other." He smiled sheepishly again. "I'm Terry, and this is Micheal."