After spending nearly a week and a half on his own, he had observed that there seemed to be only a few types of people left in this world. There were the survivalists, those who clung clueless - yet fearfully - to them, and the hellbent. Amongst these three, Levi could be seen as the one who ran with a death wish, often found literally diving into trouble and inserting himself into the hoards with nothing other than the crowbar and hatchet to hold off with. He got a pretty big kick out of killing the damn things, often shouting out in adrenaline where others would be howling with fear. He fought with rage, pent up and bubbling even more with every infected he took out. It made him nearly incompatible with every group he had stumbled upon, but his blood lust for the dead hadn't transferred over to a crazed personality with other humans. The obsidian was rough around the edges and hard to hold a conversation with, but he held value of human life over anything else.
The first time he had run by someone being mauled, he fought tooth and nail to get the poor kid out. Bleeding and crying, he had taken the poor boy from the scene and back to where his people were... only to watch the kid reanimate in his arms as they approached the 'safe' camp. It was the first group he had joined after the fall.
Petra, Auruo, Gunther, Urd... Now those were good people. Despite all that had happened, they still held each other in the amount of respect they deserved; they seemed to be doing all that they could to preserve what 'normal' aspects they could for human life. They had saved quite a few people at one time, and the group had been large enough to trick all into thinking they were safe. He had been with them for almost a month before they were run out by a hoard.
He had been fooled with hopes that it would have been a new start. Even as the safe house fell, he found himself praying for the lives of those he hadn't manged to pull out. Those who had managed to make it recollected at a roundabout on the edge of the highway, and when he couldn't find the four most familiar faces, he found a nice truck and parted ways with the survivors, wishing them the best. He had to be on his own.
Making that decision had been a regret that followed him since the first night he was on his own again. It was one thing to be alone believing that there was no one else out there. It was a completely different situation entirely to keep to yourself after knowing somewhere out there were more like him. It tore him up inside. He hadn't even realized how much he missed people until he had walked away form it all, and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't manage to track and reconnect with the group he had lost. He had to tell himself that they'd be alright.
He had found more people though. Smaller groups that lived from their cars in woodsy areas, complete caravans of weirdos, aggressive gangs of men with violence brandished on their faces... in turn, he had tried them all. In turn, they all eventually fell. The lives he had left behind were better off dead, that's what his new mantra became. Every single time disaster had struck, the obsidian had taken off with all the supplies he could manage to throw into his truck and head off down the clearest highway he could manage, often going as far as he could before the engine began sputtering from lack of gas.
It was another week of running that he had decided to fill up and pillage what supplies he could from the next town off the interstate, covering what he already had with a thick tarp. Levi had been just cruising in some dump off ninety-two when he had seen a new mob form and begin to migrate. Moving aimlessly and mindlessly to the front of an abandoned building where they proceeded to push and claw at the entrance. They weren't necessarily aggressive yet, but if they weren't allowed into that area within the next few moments they certainly would be... Especially if the gathering had formed because they tracked some flesh.
He waited until the mob had began to push against the door frames before doing anything, starting by blaring the horn of his truck. The loud revving of the engine attracted the attention of some bloodshot eyes, and with a smirk of victory he slammed the gas and propelled right into the hoard, blotches of blood decorating the whole front end as the massive power of the pick up pushed and ran over what infected dare lie in his path. A majority had tumbled over with a mix of sickening groans and crack; to his satisfaction they seemed to fumble about and were unable to pick themselves up. He backed up and ran over what he could once more to try and finish those off.
The group had lessened quite a bit, and whatever undead that still lingered on the sidelines were taken out with skull-crushing blows from the crowbar. Narrowed eyes turned to the door these things had been after, smacking the metal against the center and leaving a bloody mark as he rasped the surface. "Hey! Whoever's in there! They're dead."
Sometimes she found herself questioning why. Why had she lived? It seemed like such a struggle, such a long time... The marks on her wall only said five months. All that fight, living by drawstrings... and here she was, in the middle of the city, trying to help Ian navigate through the city as live bait. The hunting knife she brandished was no longer a prideful prize her father once owned - it was life. The grip she kept on it knuckles under her gloves white. She tried to keep a level head, dragging the metal bat in her left hand along the walls of buildings and fences, distracting and leading the small horde away from the grocery Ian needed to get into.
The brunette didn't think where she was leading them, just that she needed to keep their attention. Glancing over her shoulders and seeing the hungry eyes she picked her pace up. A part of the scientist regreted not going out more with the others - this town was cluttered and a plain disaster. Her safe spot was so far from the man she would never know when he was ready to leave at this rate. Well, at least Hanji knew her way back to the church. Hopefully, she wouldn't get caught in the woods for the night... Sighing, and not seeing any other option, the next house she came across quickly had it's door kicked in.
Running into any building, let alone blindly and for the first time, was a terrible idea... but you never knew how lucky you could get. The home looked like it had already been looted, and she could hear movement upstairs... From the groans and muffled thums, the T-V.I. up there seemed locked in a bedroom. She could safely stay down here and breath so long as she stayed against this doors and kept the offenders banging on the other side of the wood out.
"Jesus..." Her head thumped against the door, letting her body relax in defeat. She hated the thought of live bait, there was no sanity left in this shit hole! Hell, she wasn't even safe here...! Truthfully, she hadn't been afraid before. Hanji had been through ideas and debates of how much to trust the door to hold as she escaped out the back door. Now...? She froze up as a loud engine hollered outside of the door instead of the T-V.I. Her eyes shut tightly as the sound of second deaths took place, and her thought to flee was overrun by the fear of being caught or seen by whoever it was killing the infected outside. The world was fucked up, and that was obvious to see once you feared people more than the mob of flesh-eating monsters. Raiders, sadists... anyone could play 'hero' and kill a mob to seem friendly.
The womans hand fumbled for the metal, quick in getting to her feet as loud knocking sounded. It's not like she still couldn't make a break for the back. Hesitant, and wishing she'd brought the gun at least for intimidation, the door was pulled back enough to peek at this 'rescuer', ready to either slam the door or swing the bat.
"Holy shit..." The bodies caught her attention first. Had she really attracted that many titans? The limp bodies were unsettling, the dead being killed again always made her feel... sick. It was crazy to feel sorry for them even when she was the one busting heads but... the deep marks in their skulls showed this strangers brutality.
"So that's what they all gathered for? Hell, what did you do to attract this many fuckers?" The man attempted to peer past her to see if there were others with her. However, when he seemed to realize she was the only one, he sighed. Hanji could only guess how worried she seemed, but he couldn't fairly judge her - he looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks. Surely he understood why she was weary? People didn't just travel alone in this world!
"Who are you?" She demanded, throwing the door back and taking a step out.
"... It doesn't matter, we don't need to exchange formalities." The crowbar he was weilding lowered to hang from his hip, the man turning his back and heading to the bloodied truck. A dirty towel was pulled from the bed, terry cloth being used to wipe the blood and gore from the headlights. "I'm done here, so try not to get yourself killed after I'm gone."
"...You did... all of this by yourself? You didn't have to - I had it handled!" She didn't know if she should be offended or not, this stranger thought she couldn't handle herself! It was a relief to hear he was going so soon... He wasn't a raider or anything.
"Yeah yeah, too bad I hadn't stepped in for your sake." He was practically ignoring her as he poked his head under the hood, cursing at the mess that had splattered through.
"Look, no ones dumb enough to stick around a place this infested - I don't even stay here. Make sure you and your people get out quickly, there's nothing worth keeping anywhere around here!" Frankly, she didn't want to fight over resources - he had no right to take if he wasn't sticking around! Not when she and hers had been here for so long!
"Well, no offense to you, but I'm still going to take a look. Maybe grab a bite in one of these rack-shacks." She stared him down for a moment when his hands went up. "I'm not going in there after you." He shot back, wiping down the iron bar in his heads before letting the crowbar sit on a seat inside the cab.
He obviously knew better than to ask any questions regarding her group. Location, members, supplies and any generlized quesions reguarding the hidden people were entirely off-limits. There were too many marauding groups of scum that had been born in this world, and he didn't seem to be apart of it all. "Hey... I'm no threat to your people. I just want to be on the highway by nightfall."
He was quick o jump into he cab, fiddling with the wires until the metallic monster road to life. Before she could say anything else, the stranger leaned over and tossed the towel out at her to fumble with. "You have blood on your face."
Even though he had wiped off his weapon and car with the thing, she couldn't help rubbing the blood off as quickly as possible from her cheek. Brief encounters like this... Watching as a stranger who had just helped zoom off... They were weird. It wasn't her place to interfere. Besides, if that monster was his ride, good luck; that old clunker was bound to draw the attention of the dead around them.
"Good luck."
Deciding to put off heading straight for where base was, the woman doubled back to find her pack. She wasn't really surprised to find Ian was no longer waiting for her and she couldn't blame him; her discarded bag was left behind as well. She gave the blond man credit for doing runs with her, but he thought of the whole group when it came to what he grabbed. However, she thought for herself. Without him looking around to ask what or why she was grabbing, she could go for her prioritized cooking and surviving items.
A restock of duct tape, the nuts and berries packages, cans of soup and beans and a lucky bag of dehydrated chicken pieces; the woman was stuck rummaging around for rope. Finding very little luck she decided to use the rag she'd been stuck with to clean her bat off, slinging the pack over her shoulders and starting back for the woods. Any other time and she wouldn't have minded sacrificing some of the nut mix to draw out hunting prey, but soon it would be too dark, it wouldn't be worth it. Instead she was quiet as she cut through the trees, keeping the highway in sight. No sense going out on the road where the infected migrated when she was safe in the shadows. Eventually she'd have to cross it, get to the other side and make a break for base...
"You've gotta be kidding me..."The woman frowned at the sight on the road. "Hey!"
Levi had left the woman behind without a second thought; her life was no skin off his nose. The look in her eyes was familiar; she was a survivor, and she would do just fine without him. As far as he was concerned, Levi would never see her again in his life.
The next gas station he had crossed was quickly searched, but for the most part he came up empty. Cans of beans and some raviolis just made the cut, though the bottle of booze and a candy bar for his own pleasure had been tossed in his bag. He wasn't hurting right now, he had managed to slowly stock up enough over the past few weeks to keep him going for awhile. He just wanted to turn tail before he got too deep in zombie-infested wasteland.
Luck hadn't quite been on his side. The truck had broken down about three miles down the road on the interstate, engine sputtering loudly and steaming angrily as the monster was pulled to a stop. The vehicle he had trusted with his life was overheated, and there weren't many things he could do to fix her up.
He managed to trace a slow coolant leak to the point near the hoses... Tightening the clamps a few turns didn't do much to change the problem. Years of fixing issues like this flew through his mind as he started to look through the mess of metal, eyes squinting for the main source of the distress. It would help to park the car on a grade, turn the heater temperature control up all the way, and idle the engine with the radiator cap off...but he didn't have that option available. That, and he did not have any coolant on-hand. Some water would hold him off for a bit longer, but there was a reluctance to use such a precious resource on this misadventure.
All of the sudden it hit him, there was a piece he over looked. It was the damned radiator cap! Since the cap was old, the spring was weak and when the pressure builds high enough it overcomes the spring pressure and allowed the coolant to flow from the radiator to the overflow tank. It just never got hot enough until under a good heavy load so he would have been rolling along fine if not for the amount of sheer weight that had accumulated in his trunk. Damn it all!
Just his fucking luck, right as he has stumbled on the solution the sun had also just begun to set. There was no way he could work right now, not in this poor lighting - and this wasn't exactly the safest of all places to crash to say the least. He kicked the tire of the truck roughly with a bang, letting out a stream of curses as he looked over the engine over and over again, trying to think his situation over. There had to be something he could do to get on rolling, even if it were just for another few miles it would be in his favor.
"Hey!" The obsidian jumped, knocking the back of his head against the hood of the car. Swearing up a storm, he turned around and saw the same girl from earlier rushing from the trees and jumping over the Jersey Barrier towards them. "What are you doing? You can't stay here, Titans migrate here. You run out of gas or something?"
"I'm not that stupid. It's the fucking radiator cap." He commented sourly, hands pushed into his pockets.
"Oh..." She looked ready to leave. "You think you can get her running soon?"
"Highly unlikely. The truck is stuck, unless you got a spare and some coolant." Levi frowned, moving past her to the trunk to see if he had anything at all... He really didn't. Fucking hell...
"I can't move far from here. Not now, not like this." He could ransack other trucks tommorrow and sacrifice a waterbottle to float him to the next station, but that wouldnt be until daylight at least. If he worked fast he might be able to secure a position for the night laying either under the tarp or the fuming pickup. Neither of those options seemed very likely, however...those were the only two things he could think of. He woukd have to slit the throat of the next walker in order to get decent coverage, but it wouldnt be the first time he had gotten dirty to die another day.
"...send the message to your people, tell them Ill offer no trouble if they leave me well enough alone." The last thing he needed on top of zombies were raving, territorial people coming to chase him out and make what they could of his bounty. "I still intend to keep out of your hair."
"... Or?" Looks like she wasn't eager to leave after all. An eyebrow raised as she took a few steps closer, shifting as she became unsure of her thoughts. "...My people - um... They've housed others before. If you're stuck, no trouble, yadda yadda, it... It shouldn't be a problem. Especially if you weren't planing on staying..."
"...surely, you understand why I am wary." People werent as kind as they had supposedly been before the fall, but Levi was almost certain that the vast majority had been so cruel from the very star. "Even assuming that I trust you enough to follow, how do I know your people are as level headed and will choose to spare my life?" For some, even the mere thought of another percevied helpless adding weight made them trigger happy.
"We're not many. If you're not visibly sick or wounded there's no risk being taken." The brunette looked to the woodsy area on the other side of the highway. "The most they'd do is send you away. Look, I don't blame you, but if they don't meet you and they come across you later when you can't fix that thing, thats when there won't be many questions." Levi sighed, leaning against the truck with folded arms.
"Besides, you helped me, I could give it a try." When she nodded behind him to the off ramp, onyx eyes followed with a groan. Titans... There wasn't much time to debate.
"...alright, let's go." His hand instinctively grasped the handle of his hatchet, the other tossing the last few things he needed in his bag before slinging the pack over his shoulder, giving the zombies another glance. "Do we waste these geeks first?"
"They're not worth the trouble, there'll just be more behind them." She just shook her head, jumping over the concrete 'wall' between the roads.
"Damn it..." He hissed in annoyance to keep up with her, catching her eye as she turned to make sure he was following. The trip for the most part was wordless, the crunching of their boots filling the space where words just fell short.
As for the woman's warning to keep up, it was headed and respected as law until they had encountered a lame looking geek wandering amonsgst the brush. The brunette had just run past it, though before it could cause any harm a strike to the skull had stopped the undead from lunging at her. When she looked back at Levi in shock, all he did was nodd lightly and pull his weapon free before continuing to chase her quickening footsteps.
It wasnt long before the trees lessened and a church came into view, tension at an all time high as they approached the main entrance.
"I'd...just put that away for right now." She advised, moving ahead enough to wave down what appeared to be movement in the bell tower.
It wasn't the most hospitable of welcoming really. Hostile and angered faces, barks of questions at the woman... A large bearded man seemed very eager to pull the tigger of his glock.
"How do we know he's not bitten?!"
"Does he look sick to you?!"
"Signs don't always show-!"
"Well you're not wrong there." Levi moved to step between the two, eyes leveling to meet the much taller mans. He'd seen eyes like those before...eyes of a coward. "Did you want to inspect me yourself?"
The argument was quickly abandoned.
Minister Kitts Verman didn't want him eating their food, drinking their water, or basically taking up their space. The platinum blonde woman at his side was on edge about letting him stick around at all, but two other men could offer him smiles at least before welcoming his guide back home. So long as he had his own supplies and helped with watch then he could stay as long as he needed. At first, other conditions were shaky. He should stay out of sight where they wouldn't have to deal with him directly, then in plain view where they could keep an eye on him, eventually it didn't matter so long as Kitts didn't see him near the storage or his personal space.
It had taken awhile for Levi to find a corner that gave off a nonthreatening vibe. He had moved from spot to spot with his bag only to be badgered by all of the people here until he was pressed into the farthest corner still in sight... Whatever, that was fine enough for him. As the others ate their shared meal, Levi opened up a half-pound bag of jerky from the gas station and paired it with a can of baked beans and a bottle of whiskey. It was a simple meal, nonetheless no more glamorous than whatever slop they were eating in their tight inclusive circle...that is, if their group had booze as well.
They were a strange people, but he hadn't come expecting a five star comfort inn bed and breakfast scenario. Of course he had hoped for a blanket at least, but even then he knew such a thought would be considering it a stretch. There wasn't much he could do to get himself comfortable without getting dirty looks, so the closest he got to any sort of relief from the days run was propping himself against the wall with his food, staring preferably in the opposite direction as the other people as to not unnerve them any more.
Now and again that brunette was looking back at him. He could hear their whispering, the lot of them. 'Can we trust him', 'He needs to earn his stay', 'Did anyone get his name'. Before the conversation was over though, the girl who had led him here was walking his way, plopping herself cross from him, eyeing the bottle of booze in his hand.
"...So you grabbed alcohol, but not a pillow or something?" She wasn't good at hiding her envy.
"I don't know, I guess it was sort of an instinctual reaction." He shrugged it off easily, letting it roll off his shoulders like the lightest thing in the world. "Getting a comfortable amount of sleep is just about as rare as getting a drink now-a-days, and I guess I was thinking more of the latter this time." By now he was finishing up his meal as well, left over meat being re-sealed for the morning when he would need a boost of protein. Just past her he could see the remaining three speaking softly amongst themselves and looking back anxiously - talking about them presumably. How nice...
"Great people you've got here, really surprised you were so eager to return." Though if they trusted her, then he was sure she got more than a fair share of the stick. The bottle was tilted unceremoniously in her direction, it wasn't as if he had any desire to get wasted and finish a whole bottle alone - it also wasn't common anymore that he got the chance to have a drink with someone.
"It's a roof over my head," She admitted, offering a small smile. "It's the best option right now. I never said they were friendly..." An honest answer - a survivor's answer. Though the grim expression was gone from her face, she declined his offer. "I would hold onto that for a moment. Head Hancho Mustacho doesn't want the drink in the house of the lord or something like that. But, if you want... you can follow me and share that properly."
Before he could ask much more, she was on her feet, offering him a hand to help pull him up. "... Hanji, by the way. Don't feel obligated though."
Dusting his pants off, Levi grabbed his pack and followed her away from the group, shifting in the silence after her introduction. Surprisingly, there weren't and remarks or shouts as they left the sight of the others, and he felt a bit safer. "...Levi." He should have said his name before, but there really wasn't the push to exchange pleasantries. In comparison to the others, the brunette seemed to be the most trustworthy. Even still, there was a bit of hesitancy as they moved down a hallway and she opened a door to a secluded area. "...nice set-up you've got here, they must really like you."
"You know, I'm not sure if that's sarcasm or not." A bark of laughter cam from the woman, hand out for the bottle once the door was shut. Really, it was the room farthest from the other three, meaning - in their eyes - less protection. However, the room that seemed to have another door, and a few windows that showed this was the last room to the cemetary and woods. An escape route...
The brunette plopped down onto a spread out sleeping bad, patting the pillow at the head for him to join her. "Levi, huh? You're gonna stick with that? Cause now's your chance - you could be anyone you want."
"I'm fine with Levi." He chuckled, sitting down next to her with a grunt, hands folding in his lap. "As far you know, this could be my newest alias." It was just playful banter. As far as the obsidian was concerned, he had no reason to change his identity anyway.
"True enough, not bad." Hanji cackled, laughing to herself as her back rested against the wall.
Though his inhibitions were against it, the shorter tried to be courteous of her offer and pulled his boots off to appear comfortable. She was the first person in awhile he hadn't felt anxious around... "So, what happens when you disappear back here? You left alone?"
"For the most part," The taller opened the bottle for a quick swing; she didn't appear to have excess cups... Damn. "Until it's my turn for watch. Well, at night anyway. If I'm back here during the day everyone has to keep their doors opened. Chores need to get done, la-de-da, it's like being a kid all over again sometimes." The only difference was 'being kicked out' had a whole new twist of survival ratings if you didn't listen.
"Sounds exciting." Eyes rolled lightly. "I guess I should be glad I'm not planning on sticking around, hm?" It was for his own benefit anyway, he wasn't about to walk in where he clearly wasn't welcomed. It wasn't like he had intentions to stick around, and it wasn't like these people would suddenly open their arms and become generous Christians. "Am I going to be jumped in my sleep?"
"No, no. From what I heard the men all had wives, and Rico had a girlfriend." Eyebrows rose. The woman was in very good spirits, so open... Then she leaned over to pass the bottle back, sharing like a normal human being.
"She's gay then? Wouldn't have guessed... Too bad, it must be hard. Women are slim pickings amongst men, now she's gotta find one that swings her way in all of this." He had had his fill of the booze before she came to him, but he took a drink for her sake.
"In these times, who knows." She shrugged, "Maybe she'll get lucky, if they're ever willing to meet other living people..."
He frowned. Maybe he was luckier than he thought... He didn't seem convinced from his question though. "... Didn't really answer me."
"No one wants your shit - no offense, and there's no reason to kill you. I told you, you're fine. So, you think you can get what you need from town? Cause you're sort of in the middle of no where, traveling by nights pretty much a pain in the ass... You won't get to the next town over on foot before suns gone."
"As for the car, I'm going to shuffle around a few of the trucks in the area and hopefully find a cap that will fit." He wsn't expecting any trouble, but it was all still riding on chance. "Siphoning coolant is the easy part, so unfortunately for you this might be the only night you may get some of this." Of course he was refering to the drink, but her laughter told her she let her dirty mind read into it otherwise.
"Well shit, please tell me you have more back at your truck then, because this really will be my last chance seeing this in here."
"Of course I have some, but that doesn't mean I'm keen to sharing more." The bottle was passed to her anyway, the man not really caring that she had what he did in this moment. "Different flavors, types of liquors - shit, I stocked up while I could. What else is out there in life to enjoy? Just take it while you can." He on the other hand probably wouldn't have any more, already feeling a haze he hadn't intended on meeting - just a tad beyond a nice buzz.
She seemed very pleased with his answer, clinging onto the bottle with glee. "Oh my god, I miss this... I should just try sneaking more in again."
"If you like it now, just wait til you're buzzed." That was his favorite part anyway, and he finally was in a safe enough place to actually attempt it this time.
"Hmmmm, I have a watch, they'd kill me." Another swig, the brunette keeping the bottle in hand. "... Where you heading?"
"Well...I've been around the area awhile, so I'm thinking about heading out of state." Too many few good encounters versus how many bad, he wanted out before any more came up. Maybe he could find one of the rumored 'safe zones' though his optimism had dwindled greatly. "Maybe to the coast, it's been awhile since I've been that way."
"Wait - 'the coast'? You mean... The one allll the way across the country?" Those large brown eyes looked at him like he was crazy. "Not the one, say, a few states away, the one west coast?"
"Why not?" Levi defended himself, laying down in her makeshift bed with a small groan. "Let's be honest, when's a better time to go then the end of the world? You might as well get in all the sight seeing you can." He found it hard to trust groups...every time he got comfortable something happened, and so he couldn't afford to let himself be amongst packs anymore. Attachment was a terrible thing, and he didn't want to loose any more people. Right now he was in the best position; there wouldn't be a single person upset if he died - it gave him some sort of a strange comfort.
"... Holy shit..." She looked...jealous. All his life he'd been in the same state, and now... He had only visited the next one over. He could see the thoughts running through her head. 'Where had he come from', 'How much had he seen', 'How much more could he see before he died or broke down'...The worst had been the initial break-out... How much had she seen since then?
"So... you're leaving tomorrow? You... You're the only person we've seen alive around here in two months..." She looked terrified at the thought. "Which really sucks... I can't think of the last time I shared a room with someone... let a lone a bed... a night... How have you been doing it, Levi?"
"...sex?" Levi sat up at the woman's words, honestly surprised. The flush on her face and the sheen of embarrassment was enough to tell him that was exactly where her train of thought was going... and he was intrigued. Putting her sentences together gave him a nice compliment, and the way her eyes watched him matched the favor. Had she been looking at him like this the whole time? Even more appealing, was that the reason she took him back here? She had his interest, that was for sure.
"...Have you felt lonely?" The obsidian murmured, moving a bit closer. He hadn't even realized when he leaned in, fingers brushing a thigh. "...How long has it been for you?"
"Th-Thats...!" Not what she meant? Amber eyes locked onto the cool gaze, doing her best not to look even slightly intimidated. "...You're awfully smug about it."
"Hm, you're right. Maybe I was over reacting." Blame it on the booze, that was his last resort. The obsidian leaned back just a bit, eyes following her fingertips with mild curiosity as she reached out to touch him. "My apologies for jumping to conclusions." She still looked terribly embarrassed, and he started to feel bad for taking advantage of that. "I thought it would be the best way to answer you... You're drunk."
Levi reached behind her, grabbing the bottle and setting it aside. "Get some sleep. You have watch in the morning."
He wasn't sure if she looked disappointed or relieved. Frankly, he didn't care. Instead he laid back down on the blankets and stared up at the ceiling as the brunette shifted under the sheets and curling up. Good... With a sigh he let himself drift.