Levi hadn't managed to stay awake for long, falling asleep shortly after the woman had lain against him, tracing light patterns with her fingertips against his chest. He felt a heavy weight come off his shoulders; he didn't care about the titans, he didn't care about anybody for anything right now...

The man slept like a rock waking just in time to hear the morning shift change above them with a few groans... Wait, groaning? On instinct the obsidian hurried to grab his clothes, donning them on his person with his hatchet raised in defense as cool blue eyes peeked out of the brunette's emergency exit. Nothing... Again...

Slipping out of this room and into the next, Rico got quite upset to see him brandishing a weapon when he opened the front door. This world could drive a man crazy, but he hadn't been hearing things; not two days in a row! There was no way his imagination was doing this to him, and it had been so close!

He had to investigate further. Slate eyes looked over every plank and brick the building had to offer as he made a circle around the perimeter. Again, nothing hiding around the church or in the surrounding woods.

The rogue was getting antsy. One more walk around despite the silver haired woman snapping at him to stop fucking around... There! It was the back of the building, the door to a cellar. Groans came from the closed basement, followed by the muffled voice of a gruff sounding man. Wait, hadn't he seen everyone on his way out?

No... He hadn't seen the pastor. He didn't need to either, whatever it was going on down there he didn't want to know or take part of it!

Quick footsteps brought him back into Hanji's room, things swept into his bag and heels ready for the door -

... but of course, he had to look back. The brunette was sleeping so peacefully, like an angel. If he left her now, who knows what would happen to her. Who knew what that pastor was doing? Leaving now would assure he'd save his own hide, but the one who had opened her bed and shared her warmth with...? Shit.

"Hanji. Hanji." He hissed, shaking her shoulder harshly. She had woken up quickly after that. "Get up, grab your shit, keep your mouth shut." The brunette still looked dazed, but just mouthing the word 'walkers' had her out of her bed and grabbing her things. Her clothes were on in moments and the last thing she did was grab her large pack.

Her eyes squinted as they made it outside, still adjusting to the early morning light, but the amber pools flickered everywhere around the woods in desperate attempt to find the geeks. Rico called out to them, but it didn't hit Hanji until they were several yards away that Rico, Ian and Mitabi were so calm and were worried about where she was going.

"L-Levi?!" The brunette reached out and tried to pull him back, to stop because what are they running from? Where were the walkers he was so worried about?! "Levi - wait! What's going on, where are they?!"

The man only stopped when the grip on his arm made it too difficult to move on and the thread of the woman staying behind became real. "Inside the church." He insisted, tightening his grip on the woman's wrist. "I went to go this morning when I heard it. That pastor guy or whoever he says he is was screaming proclamations at them, it sounded like a whole hoard was in the basement!"

Did he sound crazy? Yeah, probably; however if the woman had even half the sense he did then she would understand him. This paranoia wasn't uncalled for! "He's down there trying to save them or some shit - but assuming you didn't know he was crazy, I didn't want your blood on my hands. So please, lets go."

She seemed unsettled... "The basement couldn't fit a whole horde..." Hanji refused to meet his gaze. She felt sick; at least she could always say she knew he was some kind of crazy... "Did you see them? Actually see them? Or what he was doing?"

It wasn't like she didn't hear bumps in the night... "We're just leaving them all behind to fall when this turns to bite them in the ass?"

"I don't know why they haven't left already - in this world the sound alone should be enough of a warning to get out." He let go as the woman tried to pull her wrist free, brows furrowing in frustration. "I picked you up from sympathy, did it really seem like I was ready to attempt reasoning with them? No, and I won't now. They might have dug their own graves, but they won't have mine."

"... Okay." Who was she kidding? This was what she was looking for, she had needed a way out. Here it was, coated in grime and the smell of sex... among other things. Even worse, she could not procrastinate this decision - he had heard them, and he was right... "... What piece are we looking for for your truck?"

So she was going with him? Well good, he hadn't wanted to wait and argue to convince her otherwise. "...I need a new radiator heater hose. We just need to find another ford truck and have you cover me for a few while I fix it. The geeks are always a little slow in the morning."

"I can cover you no problem." Good to know how well he trusted her... "You seen the truck you need?" She couldn't recall how many trucks were on the highway, but she was sure there was one around no problem.

"Yeah, I think so. The sun was getting a little too low for me to check for sure." Found Dead On Roadside had never been so true as it was in this post-apocalyptic wasteland. "We'll probably have to ditch it within the next 50 miles anyway."

"Well you've got the light now..." fresh new day. If they were going to go, they needed to get going; frankly she didn't want to deal with a retrieval if anyone realized they went missing and were going to stay that way.

Sure, there were cars of all shapes and sizes scattered across the road. Some were completely trashed, others had dead things inside, and few looked like they had hardly been touched. However, the likely event that you'd find the car replicating your make and model during a jam like this? Impossible.

"Pick a new one." He murmured, gritting his teeth as he started going over what he had in the bed of his truck. The essentials of the essentials, that's all they needed to take with them. "-I ain't driving a red one though."

"What's wrong with red?" She looked at the vehicles around them, frowning to find a few had living dead inside. "... Van's too big. Blue Camry? Green Pontiac?" They both seemed to have been here a long while... but untouched for the most part. Sighing, she moved towards the Camry, looking around to find the windshield was cracked. That... could be dangerous. Muttering to herself, she grabbed the blue cars antenna and snapped it before Hanji moved to grab the crowbar from him. With careful precision so as not to damage any precious windows or the door itself, she used the bloody end to wedge the door of the Pontiac open. With a grunt of annoyance she was able to press against the lock, stepping back to throw the door open.

"... Don't know how to hot wire. You're up. Get the baby purring, I'll move the shit into the car."

"A Pontiac? Are you kidding me?" He gave her an incredulous look.

"Pontiacs are tanks! Were at the end of the world here, and you're going to criticize a car? A car that has good millage so we don't have to suck down gas."

"There's a reason these things aren't around anymore, the company didn't go south because they produced vehicles that lasted decades." Typical girl.

Even still, he walked up and gave it a look over. Grand AM...'97? No, probably a '96. It was an old old car. Surprisingly though, the mileage was low for a car almost two decades old. "We probably won't have this girl long..." The obsidian mumbled as he began to fumble with the wires. Hey, at least she had half a tank, that should keep them coasting for awhile.

The brunette moved closer, trying to get a peek at his work. "A car thats smaller than a truck so its easy to hide, but big enough to fit everything, and we have room to sleep in it."

She unlocked the back door and started piling things in carefully. Easy access to weapons and water, everything else under that. "At least there aren't and dead in it..." Hanji jumped as the engine roared to life, shaking the door shut and crawling over to her seat.

"I hope you won't be like this the entire way across the states..." He let out a groan as the door was behind him was slammed closed, the obsidian taking the rest of his attention and pinning it to the road as they took off west.