I raised my head to check on Noodle, she was sleeping soundly. I carefully got out of bed and put my jeans back on, examining my shoulder idly. She had been right; it didn't look too good at all.
I re-wrapped it using some toilet paper and came back into the bedroom to grab a shirt. Noodle said something in her sleep and shifted slightly. I smirked at my handiwork, admiring her drowsy form, but there was a nagging voice at the back of my mind telling me I had just set a course of irreversible events.
I stepped out of the Winniebago and looked at the concrete walls lined with graffiti, my wound hurt like a son of a bitch, and a faint rustling told me that Noodle was up. I stuck my head back in the 'Bago to see her sitting up, clutching the sheet close to her chest. She looked at me and then brushed her bangs into her eyes.
"'Ello luv." I said faintly. She didn't respond but got up and slipped her dress over her head, grabbed a shotgun, and left the Winnie. "Where are you goin'?" I demanded, she turned and looked at me with hostility in her green orbs.
"I'm going to be in my room if you need me." She said, disappearing into the lift and I watched her small form ride it up. I was taken aback by her attitude, she hadn't been complaining when I was pressed up against her. I scowled as my conflicting emotions battled. The old Murdoc was so much easier to maintain, I just needed to not care, but the new Murdoc brought the promise of having Noodle by my side, and she was who I truly wanted.
I groaned, clutching my forehead while several shots rang out above my head, Noods fending for herself. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't just leave her up there by herself amongst legions of the undead, so I grabbed my gun and headed toward the lift, glaring at the wall as the doors closed.